Nothing
Late summer sun sitting in the skyInvites me to go up there and fly
With naughty clouds all day to spy
What is the purpose of flying I ponder
What possible use is there of a wonder
When my mind stands alone and yonder
Watching it all through my window
I sit quiet feeling emptiness grow
Waiting for what tomorrow will show
posted by AlesS @ 9/03/2004 06:45:00 PM
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