we are weighed down by a yellow balloon
that will never exist.
it floats between
a land with a castle
and a land with a palace;
like a butterfly
that ties our past
and future
together
-with strings of dead air.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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2 comments:
but what if it DOES exist?
"-with strings of dead air.'
This line is incredible- a great ending...
:)
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