there's a patch of grey on my blue sky
How i longed for the winter chills on grey afternoons...
suddenly,
time is out of mind
time didn't wanna move
time crouched round the corner, wicked
time stopped whispering
time was not on my side for that moment
time drew the path to the spiders nest
time cudn't strum
time was shocked at those questions
time felt sorry
time felt fragile
this time, it was not on my side
time was tampered with
time is hurt
time wept...
someone tampered with our blue confetti's
time is a lone thread still withstanding the lashings
time is you and me in our crazy reality
time can't forget the notebooks and promises
time come and take our pain away
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"Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells..."
...times will change,the pains shall go...
:) Hey..you found me! I'll add on my Blog Exodus List.
Do blog regularly.
Btw, why does someone always tamper with the blue confetti dream?
I dunno....sumone just can't let us live in peace!
lovely words...beautifully crafted!
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