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March 1, 2008
one short day
the edges seem so thin
and I can barely even imagine
how I got this far without ever knowing
it's like the world woke up one morning
only knowing black and white
all those fading photographs
that we all remember seeing
are now filled with all the beautiful colors
the Lord came down and planted a flower
a line that I could never compose
and no one could ever reach out to touch it
because in my heart is where it grows
pieces of Saturday are turning
into memories I won't forget
Posted by nemov at March 1, 2008 11:45 PM
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