I'll Take You There
Thu, 15 Oct 2009 at 09:25pm
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There always grew a chartreuse field,
But shortcuts lost the will to find
A way to stretch, for thoughts to yield,
Yet long trips leave the time unkind
And when we speak, nobody speaks.
Our sentences lie soft like sand
Then all that moves, are words that leak
Like waves that crawl on foreign land
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burning_sands
2009-10-16
beach metaphor ftw.
The last two lines are for def the best.