Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Sky, Us, Satellite, Goodbye.

I don't think life can hold us much closer than this
Strung out below, our droplets of time
While we, cradled near, are waiting to fall
How these moments seem to shy away
Like a satellite, streaking across the endless sky
We are seen for a second or two
And then we fade

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