BlueLijn

Monday, April 16, 2007

Return

It’s the circle
The rhythm
The breathe taken in
And pushed out
It’s the fingerprints
And the shadows
That lay on the window
And blur the life within
It’s the knowledge
Of how I run
And of how
No matter what
I always seem to return

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