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By soulsease Submitted by soulsease Date: 2001 Nov 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.14.06.24.14663]] |
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I watch from my window as the leaves turn, Changing from what is to what is not. Seasons turn unheeding, unconstrained Careless of the drama that we are I watch from my window as the birds soar And land to tend their feathers once again. Dreamshape ensnared by mortal flesh and bone Careless of the drama that we are I watch from my window as the clouds move Forming and reforming their gavotte Ethereal, unbounded and yet frail, Careless of the drama that we are I watch from my window as the storm grows Winds entwine in capriciousness From loves caresses to assassins blow Careless of the drama that we are I watch from my window as the rain falls As if the world itself is struck by grief Torrents fall from eyeless eyes above Careless of the drama that we are I watch from my window as you walk away Carrying your bags, umbrella, and my heart How can you be like all the ones before? Careless of the drama that we are Copyright soulsease 2000 |