In the gardens
Where I’ve walked
For days on end alone
I’ve found that I can live
Without another human soul
But why would anyone
Want to live like you
The birds call out
To me
Asking about you
So I answer them in riddles
To distract them from the answers
And the day goes by once again
But the only true solution
To the question
Is not their hypothesis
On which to tread
Yes, I can see you there
Staring through the trees
Can I touch you once more
My heart going out to search in vain
I’ve caught your disease
And you’re leaving me in the dark
This place no longer holds my amusement
I can not bare the cold thoughts
You told I could come be you
In your garden
Where the flowers will always bloom














Comments
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"An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's."
-JD Salinger (Franny and Zooey)
Yes, I can see you there
Staring through the trees
Can I touch you once more
My heart going out to search in vain
I’ve caught your disease
And you’re leaving me in the dark
Coolness :-p
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Some artists work in oils, some work in clay. I prefer Jello.
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Dreaming of Ebony will bring you to tears,
will rip apart your thoughts as you age in years,
so hope all goes well and the end is near,
cause all you will dream of is ebony my dear
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Dreaming of Ebony will bring you to tears,
will rip apart your thoughts as you age in years,
so hope all goes well and the end is near,
cause all you will dream of is ebony my dear
--
Dreaming of Ebony will bring you to tears,
will rip apart your thoughts as you age in years,
so hope all goes well and the end is near,
cause all you will dream of is ebony my dear
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