Monday, 7 June 2010

It's a

Walk home, trail your hand
along the smooth leaves
trees pushing against
concrete sidewalks.
nature fights our plans,
endeavours well crafted.
Deep inside a reckless
man stirs, wanting more.
The sunlight keeps the
world in place, but the
dark opens up the heart.
Walk home, fall into hope,
keep the dream alive.
Let inner nature push
against well crafted
plans, let the single rain
drop fall down the cheek.
It's a life unlived that
touches the leaves and
wants more.

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