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By Cyan Date: 2002 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.19.20.52.13840]] |
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As a child I'd sit and watch the clouds floating above God's sphere: a perfect blue ball with white puffy things, green stuff below, and colorful people in between. When the seasons passed I'd cry; my tears fell to the ground beneath me. The rich earth soaked the wetness and grew me flowers. At that tender age my credence was infallibe- of course God grew these flowers for me. Then I grew older and I realized the flowers weren't only for me, but the rain fell for everyone. I cry still when the seasons pass. I cry even more when I think of you. In the springtime it rains more and the flowers grow in abundance. I wonder if you notice them and think of me when you do. I once knew a child who thought the earth was a blue ball, until you left, and took her with you. |