Friday, March 06, 2009

A cracking sound in the window is that,
a sound.
The door opened for a reason,
to allow the wind in.
The birds sang just because,
they sing all day long.
The sky grew orange, yes,
it was that time of the day.
The racing heart,
just a disease.
The scene turning to magic purple,
it was an accident.
It was an illusion.

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