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~~a follower and a flower..
how the rose tends to grow..
toward where the petals will soak
all the rain, from the showers..
and how the chlorophyll contains the
life's blood and the oceans kiss the beach
and the sand that passes through the hour
glass, how it seems to look through the man
and into a child that forever asks the question..
"Why does life have to be so fleeting, as soon
as it get's interesting..it's so soon taken
away..and where does it leads us to, in the end..?"
Once more, forever chasing the wind..like paper
that has been scattered..when looked upon..
a brilliance that shines so bright..like looking
into the Sun, for so long..I eventually have to
close my eyes..for if not, I would certainly go blind..
Jealous of those times I am, and I would not deny it..
I'd like to fly with you again Peter Pan..
For always a child you are..and music that makes
a friend until the end, when dust is all that remains..
and photographs held in the hands of time everlasting..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
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how the rose tends to grow..
toward where the petals will soak
all the rain, from the showers..
and how the chlorophyll contains the
life's blood and the oceans kiss the beach
and the sand that passes through the hour
glass, how it seems to look through the man
and into a child that forever asks the question..
"Why does life have to be so fleeting, as soon
as it get's interesting..it's so soon taken
away..and where does it leads us to, in the end..?"
Once more, forever chasing the wind..like paper
that has been scattered..when looked upon..
a brilliance that shines so bright..like looking
into the Sun, for so long..I eventually have to
close my eyes..for if not, I would certainly go blind..
Jealous of those times I am, and I would not deny it..
I'd like to fly with you again Peter Pan..
For always a child you are..and music that makes
a friend until the end, when dust is all that remains..
and photographs held in the hands of time everlasting..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
September 9, 2015
copy right reserved 2015 (c)
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