Friday, August 22, 2014


                                                 To discover, to search, to find ground on earth

                                                  I felt a drift of a sprinkle on a windy day

                                                 A twinkle of mist you can barely call a spray

                                                 After alls said you got nothing left to say

                                                You’re Speechless its part of you I've never seen

                                                Maybe because you've taking this as far as it will go

                                                 So you reach out for a past you remember

                                                  During the midst winter storm in December you suffer

                                                  Your only heartbreak back when times were tougher

                                                  There’s been many since none as good as your first time lover

                                                  So search your past, look into your future to see all you’ve discovered

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