Features

by Throwin Shapes   Apr 22, 2010


Lately the days blur by
my body can't keep up with my mind
so i take time to notice
the ripples in the water
the tracks in the sand
the patterns in tree bark
the characteristics of hands

i listen to every sound
as if it's the first i've ever heard
as if it's the only one i'll ever hear

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