I survey far off lands
And see none that compare
To the places weve been,
The times weve spent,
And the thorns in our feet.
Weve been walking barefoot
Along the road where sign posts sigh,
And we choose the place where we go
With synchronized mouths.
Youve shared light rays and dew drops
And Ive known the best of both;
Youre a teacher to the wisest,
Though youve only begun
To grow old.
Now turn around the
Thousand moons and see,
The one to hold and join
With the planets of your
Universe.
Give me your hand,
And well laugh as we count
The thorns along our heels
And remember every inch
We walked together,
Hand in hand.
Choose wisely, as you will,
And well make a moon where
Thorns are memories abandoned,
And well walk in seas of green
With wind all about,
Turning and turning,
As the days rise and fall forever.














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There is no Truth, only Perspective.
Fire is cool as hell. Think about it.
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I believe in what I believe. If you believe in what you want to believe in too, then copy and paste this into your signiture. However, if you are a nonconformist, please feel free to not copy and paste it and conform to the nonconformists not conforming
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We cannot direct the wind, but we can control the sails.
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I believe in what I believe. If you believe in what you want to believe in too, then copy and paste this into your signiture. However, if you are a nonconformist, please feel free to not copy and paste it and conform to the nonconformists not conforming
I love you. thats all...
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Its only about the moments that take your breath away.
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I believe in what I believe. If you believe in what you want to believe in too, then copy and paste this into your signiture. However, if you are a nonconformist, please feel free to not copy and paste it and conform to the nonconformists not conforming
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