January 27, 2009
I pass by in the spring
I pass by in the fall
I hybernate in the dreams of minds like you
Remembering the thoughts I written down
Hearing your heartbeat when your close by
Having the sudden thought close to hand
To paint a picture with words that are light as
Air but enough to cover the land
With four letters by two words
While the first word is the secon word after "I"
When the words are ment for "You"

What am I doing now?
Dreaming of a fantisy.

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