Monday, 11 January 2010

Hours - (7th May 2003)

A cold breeze caresses me,
As the warming sun shines down upon my pale skin.
From here i can see for miles
Blue skies that stretch forever
With shimmers of whispering clouds in white.
Looking over at a play park,
I watch as children enjoy.
Those distant blooming flowers caught up in
The haze of friendship called Nature.
A single runner, taking advantage of this world.
Inside a single day, ever of blissful hours.
So many pass it by.
Always in such a hurry to live their life.
I could fall in love with a day,
Watch a perfect ending.
For it to be born again soon.

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