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Space

Colors...shapes
Pretty landscapes
I can almost understand

Do you know... do you know?
Which way to go?
I will gladly take your hand

Like road maps in my mind
I get lost in all the time
My face is the place,
Where the words can find no space

Visions fly
Explosions cry
I can almost hear them land

Can you show?.... Can you show?
Which way to go?
I want to take your hand

Numbers chime
The banks of time
I can almost hear them rhyme

The walls they all fall down
I wrap myself around
These words I scream
Are from before it seems
Like road maps in my mind
I get lost in all the time
My face is of the place,
Where the words can find no space.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Getting lost in thoughts.

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Comments (2)

empyrean
twisting! wonderful! I could read them in your mind!bouquet
RevWhiteWolf
Thank you! Your words touched my heart. heart wings bouquet
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