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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Water, Fall

Water, Fall

I don’t want to be civilised
I want to live where there are no vacant soulless eyes
To jump the cliffs to swim with weightless tides
Falling to the nothingness with the ever graceful gasp of life
To sing and merge and love and part
To rise and fall and slip and start
To feel the cold stone resist against my ever breaking speed of flight
To melt to sound with the silent drowning black of night
To be free to haunt and dance and flip and rant
To brush the ever pleading trees and glance
The rushing force of freedom of the minutest hesitation
To career unendingly to my final destination
To know that upon the morrow’s sun
I shall again begin what I’d begun

Warrior Princess

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