Sitting at the park, by Austin Hoehn
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I am sitting here at the park today
and nature is so beautiful
in so many splended ways.
I have sat here before, but
there is something that is arosed
more so then ever on this particular
Autum day. I can't seem to
lay a finger on what it might
be, my mind is searching... searching...
oh what could it be?
I can't put it in words,
other then words for feelings.
calm, quiet, and collected...
Peacful, playful, and personal
might be close.
I feel like time is on
pause, but with life still moving
that the world is inviting
me to come and be with it and
just be with it, like a friend
that just wants company, tired
of being alone. |
Posted: 2006-10-06 21:27:59 UTC |
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