Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Every inch yawns
opening like daybreak
breaking like a glass jar.

Shattering each part
gathering them together
whole yet undone.

Remade like the morning
fallen like Eve
rhythms forming and uniting.

Don't stop dreams
just stop ideas
from fading in their shelves where they are awaiting.

Touched by the light
forgotten by none
saved always by the sun.

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