Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Message

I felt like calling you
To talk about me and you
But decided not to
Something was holding me back
How does flame seperate from fire
And river runs away from the ocean?

I see planes fly and fish crawl
Not talking of dogs that pant on hot summer days
Snails creep into their shells
Causing the tortoise to feel shy
Wait my friend
you are running over your shadow

Finally I picked up the phone
Yes you were not there
How could I leave a message
when what I wanted to say was clear
Clear as sunshine at noon
My breath said it all
If you listened

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