everyones here circling air, holding on for golden moments
laughing histircally through broken sonets
and how long will thier tears have to fall any harder
befor somone becomes a matar
some still just strolling along for thier happy steps
unknowing of secrets so quitley kept
they trade in these golden momments for silver wont it's
but they will never find a cure of it, im sure of it..
peace always,
watsonTM-
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
Golden Moments
Posted by watsonTM at 10:11 AM
Labels: golden moments, poetry, watsonTM
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