Friday, July 1. 2011
While I can't sleep
I know the stars are no pretty jewels
they're fire and ashes and storm and roar
but still I wish I could bend nature's rules
to be near them and hug them even more
Most of the time I'm not asking for tools
I love the stars whatever they're for
I'd rather be willingly one of the fools
and while I can't sleep I open my door
© 2011
they're fire and ashes and storm and roar
but still I wish I could bend nature's rules
to be near them and hug them even more
Most of the time I'm not asking for tools
I love the stars whatever they're for
I'd rather be willingly one of the fools
and while I can't sleep I open my door
© 2011
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