Turbulence

January 18, 2009
By Safaea BRONZE, Niskayuna, New York
Safaea BRONZE, Niskayuna, New York
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Favorite Quote:
It's in impossibility that miracles exist.


Radio's on and air is warm
Truck ambles down through dusty norm
Plants rise to sky, just black forms
Beyond the glass the coming storm

Wind whispers high in cloudy noon
Last fading song of a dreary june
A softly held wish that I'll be home soon
Whistling softly, just that dry old tune

Of turbulence
(I'm dancing in the dust)
Been wandering away, don't know what to say
Not then or since
(dancing in the dust)
Despite the calm, know something's wrong

So dark shrieks in pouring rain
And all we do is share our pain
It doesn't matter if it's sane
It's all just turbulence

Darkness sets and colors blend
Still the shadow doesn't mend
The silence never seems to end
I've gone so long without a friend

Hand to hand and eye to eye
Land swallowed by lazy sky
Wandering far yet can't tell why
All I hear the quiet sigh

Of turbulence
(I'm dancing in the dust)
Been wandering away, don't know what to say
Not then or since
(dancing in the dust)
Despite the calm, know something's wrong

So dark shrieks in pouring rain
And all we do is share our pain
It doesn't matter if it's sane
It's all just turbulence

Radio's on and air is warm
Truck ambles down through dusty norm
Plants rise to sky, just black forms
Beyond the glass the coming storm
The coming storm



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