These Have I loved

June 2, 2009
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Through out the days during my life
Yelling when not heard has become a tradition
The Sparkling aura of my friends playing
In the fields during a clear and shiny day
The echoing sounds of the birds along the brittle wind
Giggling is found in the horse gallop
As the jingling of a kid’s chase
Wheezing trot at a peaceful stride
Relax the viewer’s blunt eyesight
The steamy odorless breeze flick my eyes
And rips my soul dazzling across my body
Singing in the brilliant fields of enormous pastures
The hazy people lying around glittering their skin
Trying to catch some sunlight in the middle of my imaginary spring
The broken windows of my mind want to break off but I’m locked





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