April 10, 2009
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who painted the lines in the sky with their jet planes?
where did they go and can they take me with them?
the sun has set
and no one noticed
i sat alone on the bench
bearing farewell while the busy street
continued behind me
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the world is alive today, and i am awake to see it.
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Why are some days magical
where anything could happen
and everything does happen
and other days
drag along like slugs?
The world is bright again
open and inviting
i feel unstoppable
and yet it hurts because i know
it won’t last forever
does the magic only work once?
