Sound of thought
By Dale
Looking through a small clear wall, Down the cool wet drops they fall. Lost for a moment by thier hypnotic spell, Each drop with it's own story to tell. Much like the living souls that travel by, Visions and thoughts as they fall from the sky. A rythem from the click of each and every drop, Echoing like its never going to stop. Life itself has a rythem of its own, Something not taught, but just known. It comes in stages, steps and time, Each moment is our guiding sign. So listen to the drops fall to the ground, And open our hearts to love that is found. By: Dale Copywrite 2000 Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 11:58 AM PST 0 • 10
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