air warms and then cools
grass grows
trees give and break then burn
time stands, life cycles
the eyes see, the brain knows.
a man dies.
his breath is spent
we devide his belongings
his son takes his tent
our brains know him
but ours and his hands
will not again greet We cannot hear his voice.
Gone from us, where all before went..
Gone, as all go. Gone. No touch, no sound, Repeat.
Can you hear the passage of a photon?
Light reflects off young eyes for the first time
Lungs draw in life, life is exhaled~
The cry is heard
We hear him
We know him.
oh no real aim, simple foolery. trick And treat?
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I really like this. The atmosphere is calm, yet spooky. I can't describe, it, really.
It's well written, and flows really well.
"Can you hear the passage of a photon?" That's an awesome line, right there.
Sorry I can't say more, but this is great.
Welcome back :-)
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thank you XD
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i was thinking about you the other day.
i decided to visit your page and see what was going on.
but i saw that you hadn't written in a long time.
it makes me sooo happy to read this.
i love your insight on tihngs.
this is beautiful.
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as i love yours =)
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