It's been a while since we last sat around
and clowned around and talked about things.
Whistling along to the birdsongs.
Conveyors of thought and wisdom.
Seekers of answers.
Tellers of truths.
Now, life isn't love without being you.
Tears flow like rivers in my soul
I cry
And when it rains sometimes
I just wish I could die.
I still stare at the night sky and
I know you do the same.
And if a few words line up right
it puts a wrinkle in my brain.
We were whistling along to birdsongs
conveyors of thought and wisdom.
Seekers of answers.
Tellers truths.
Now, life isn't love without living with you
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Comments
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Maigcal,
without a doubt. Your theme flows effortlessly and the bridge of words concerning conveyors of thought works wonderfully throughout.
Niaish for sharing
Silent Hawk
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