The Thriving Thought of a Solemn Girl

June 9, 2012
The ground melts away,
At the touch of my feet,
And when I stop my steady pace,
My heels touch the edge of the world,
So I pick up my pace,
As i flee from my past,
The memories fade,
Separating from my thoughts,
And when my feet touch the melting ground once again.
The memories blow away with the wind,
Then leave me with thoughts of a brighter future.





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