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The night sky is cold, I thought.
As cold as the grass under my back, I thought.
The night sky is cold,
Like the wind sifting through the leaves,
in the sad, sad willow tree, I thought.
I thought of the cold night sky.
The Robin is alone, like me, I thought.
Like me, the weed's budding flower has no company, I thought.
Perhaps the Robin and the flower could be each others friends, I thought.
I thought of friends.
Is it possible for the full moon and the flaming sun to be together? I thought.
Would anyone complain,
if they lived in harmony? I wondered.
I thought of harmony.
The sun coming over the lake seems like,
playing and laughing children. I thought.
It seems as if the sun is tickling the lake,
rousing its ripples into playful waves. I thought.
The lake seemed to be shimmering a smile. I thought.
I thought of happiness.
Cold, I thought.
Sad, I thought.
Alone, I thought.
Friend, I thought.
Harmony, I thought.
Playing and Laughing, I thought.
Smiling, I thought.
That is the field I thought of.
- by AmayaUta12 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/02/2010 |
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- Title: Field of Thought
- Artist: AmayaUta12
- Description: Entering this for the GGT....
- Date: 09/02/2010
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