So many times a song goes running through my head
And I am left with where I belong, no sense of dread.
Humming a tune in this way, throughout the day,
Even though the word is forever left unheard.
I listen to the wind, this melodic adventure does begin
To sing to me. All that I can see
Is this beginning, and this end.

05/17/2009

Posted on 05/17/2009
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