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Jun 21, 2010
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perhaps the impossible
perhaps
the impossible
and forgotten
like boundaries
we don't cross
becomes the skin of a tree's
silence
I had the parents of wood
I never lived in the rain's words
until I stepped out of those
impossibilites
between us,
and laid my eyes
at the meadow of your feet,
and if one bird is lost,
and one cloud calls me blind,
there your flowers are
my forgivingness
where the blue wind
left me
to remember love
in the lilies
of your voice
the impossible
and forgotten
like boundaries
we don't cross
becomes the skin of a tree's
silence
I had the parents of wood
I never lived in the rain's words
until I stepped out of those
impossibilites
between us,
and laid my eyes
at the meadow of your feet,
and if one bird is lost,
and one cloud calls me blind,
there your flowers are
my forgivingness
where the blue wind
left me
to remember love
in the lilies
of your voice
— Orphani, Jun 21, 2010
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xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Gee Orphani
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Hey, who’d you write this
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear B
Geezer
16 years 1 month ago
Perhaps the impossible...
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
...becomes the skin of a tree’s silence...............
Atticus
16 years 1 month ago
Barry,
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