

Bird Covered GroundsGreen covered soil under blue covered skys Robin sits singing her sad lullabyBird Covered Grounds
The memories have slept
and now they return she tries to forget,
the sweet song of the bird
She wakes me from slumber what is it I ask I can not get through this why won't it pass
I'm sorry that fate works they way that is does if I couldn've changed it
you know that I would I'll play here all day and I'll sing for her loss till the bird lands by your window and sings her song
Two years have past since I took your hand you


The View from my WindowThe view from my window this quiet lament The lilies await your arrival in which to bloom again The wind's dance; dreary, solemn: reflecting the eye of the beholder: me.The View from my Window
The leaves sing of better days in which you gazed upon them The house next door wreaks of the skeletons hidden away in the closet... Forever dampened grass, from the rain
I suppose but perhaps my hearts many grudges spilled over, leaking, and the disdain
I dare not speak of shall forever show, eternally stain. The kindergarten clouds are nowhere to be seen, in their place:
Ouvrez
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~yourINSPIRINGsoul31 : That is not trudging!... This is trudging... This is skipping!
~fallenangel177 : I'M trudging! YOU'RE skipping!
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-Different Vision Of Art-
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=LKnight> Be Happy ! Today is The End of The World xD !!
^_^
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Steph
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This is a stitch up.
I want my money.
Who the hell do you think you people are anyway
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~yourINSPIRINGsoul31 : That is not trudging!... This is trudging... This is skipping!
~fallenangel177 : I'M trudging! YOU'RE skipping!
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To restrict the artist is a crime.
It is to murder germinating life.
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