Thursday, August 25, 2011

the season of a life

 
I sat on the quiet slope
Decades ago up on the hill
There I saw the whole space
It looked so small to me

I heard the whirring wind
It didn't tell me a thing
I saw the blades of grass swaying
As if it knew something

I felt as I watched
The echoes of yesterday years
You make your own life
The way you believe it should”

The world is still out there
It needs to fix in the puzzles
I knew every one has a part to play
The season of a life

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