Excerpts from my phone... 4

If waters walk upon brooks and teachers weren't crooks, where would life lead us? As eyes wander and hearts falter to breathe mistakes never meant to be made.

But they all lead somewhere, places others have gone and lovers have left behind.

How will the stars lead those who are blind to what lies behinde very encounter? Will constellations cease to form I halt from feeling emotions I have no control over?

Would you be lost enough to find me in the silence of these deserts and the whirlwind that moves the sand dunes into shapes and forms only nature can perfectly destroy and deform into yet another perfection?

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10-March-2004