Saturday, April 19, 2014

Another Lifetime

If I were dust on the wind,

I would travel far and wide,

nestle amid the sands of time,

whisper magical words in rhyme

to all who struggle against the tide,

teach their dreams and wishes to fly

free as dust on the wind.

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time enough

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