Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Silly Song of Love

Silly Song of Love

Walking alone on the rail road of pink,
A rail road that links,
every island to me.

With my umbrella held up and the mink,
feel it climb as it blinks,
on my shoulder to see;

the wild sea horse' tamed they pop up
on the brim
of the ocean we're crossing today.

Tra la la la la la la la
A slice of an orange would twirl in the sky,
the sheep and the slugs changing colors, they fly
and balloons float the stairs off with you.

AudioSSL.wma - PMEL

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