A seed sown grown to be a wind,
Of a course needed shelter,
For the ever being not seeming
To be existing, never to be only living.
Please hear me don't be mad,
For a course yet to bloom,
Leave this chance to this directions,
A path may not want to leave behind,
Only this destination what would only be,
Everything what pleases to see,
Then it is the greatest thing will be,
Just wait around and you'll see,
Around there all you will be,
'cause your days won't be over until it's to be me.
2007-02-01
17:58:32
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Jim S
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