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Submitted by orgami on 7 July 2007 - 2:40am.| Updated 9 July 2008 - 3:34pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
laying on that outcrop of rock
grasses gather where
stone dove neath earth
trees kissed with wind
close my eyes
see the colour of my flesh
from the inside out
tangerine and pink
somewhere far away
the highway
rushing
i guess i should get up
now
guess i should go home
start over where i left
renew the ritual
i cant take anyone to that rock
show them
this is where i lay
once
and felt the impermanance
of my soul
…O…
(2 votes)
mmm yes
like I was there,
thank you,
Jess
those private moments
are great hey!
oh yes
those little private corners of the world that belong to no one else, mmm, love it!