Days without Sun

August 10, 2010
By darklylight26 GOLD, Lilybell, California
darklylight26 GOLD, Lilybell, California
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Favorite Quote:
You have to be lost in order to be found.

When the leaves crunched
like our dreams beneath feet.
And the sorrow over ran the clouds in the sky,
our hope flying like a stray balloon,
escaped from a child’s loose fingers.
We didn’t cry tears then
but felt them down our cheeks,
a distant memory from when we were free.
My hand had clutched his
and his clutched mine.
no sunset to watch,
windows tinted dark
so we watched each other.
So we watched the dream
crumpled under

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