And there in the corner
And there in the tree
Blue flowers
I'm ready to go home
Screaming
Let me out
Let me in
I am the shadow among you
Through the valley
I am death
A hundred fields
Million little fingers
Blue flowers
They are ready to go home
Screaming
Let me out
Let me in
I am the voices among you
From the wind
I am death
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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Hi, my first time here. Just an introduction! I would like to stop by again if you feel a counter visit will be worth our individual busy schedules. I find your blog interesting...and please accept my compliments and this invite.
R.E.
I can feel this wind on my face...
wow its been a long time. I wanted to see how you was doing. I am on vox now :) and i have missed your writing. I just had twins!!! so i see your writing is ever more intense. keep up the good work. Miss you !!
Hello
On death, an ancient Buddhist once said that "When you are born, you cry, and the world rejoices. When you die, you rejoice, and the world cries".
I no longer fear death. I have embraced it and sometimes celebrate it.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and staying connected. I love this verse, reads like a breath of fresh air.
Ill be back soon!
hello again...my new blog is now on and I'm looking forward to seeing you in the story. Nothing like you have ever seen in blogger, I hope...
What do you think?
*r.e.ii
I think you need some comment power ;)
But really, I'm very interested to see what happens
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