They spin and twirl,
And make a whirl,
Of light and time and sound,
They are the pedals,
In dewy meadows,
Become spring the life abound,
Running through,
Feel the dew,
Come off on feet and hands,
Feel much lighter,
Fly far higher,
The breeze float off the lands,
Look at the hills,
The bees,
The spills,
A home not to be found,
Never matter,
As feet do patter,
Muddy shores below,
Of river great,
Flow and break,
To sea of blue and sway,
Frogs doth follow,
Jump from the hollow,
Look,
And laugh,
And play,
Then does sand,
Curl to meet,
Skin between the toes,
Warm and wet,
Begin to let,
A new world take a hold,
Waves and air,
Hit thus hard,
Assault then like a storm,
Feel refreshed,
Fears are less,
Darkness swept away,
Sun on face,
Through water race,
Towards endless sight ahead,
Horizon behind,
Awake to find,
Comfy in thy bed.
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shinji_kusa
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2008-09-23 07:34:31]
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