Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Soft

a breeze from another world
this sound falls around me now
holds me captive
in it's subtle embrace
a whispered release of emotion
a shower of new dreams
covers me until you say
goodbye

soft is the sound
soft is the color
soft is this notion
soft is the idea
that fills my mind with visions of you

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