Guest guest Posted January 10, 2006 Report Share Posted January 10, 2006 If I could but find the shapes of my colours And the dreams of my desires I would string a chalk line to the stars I would ride a bicycle and pedal Thru back alleys and like children escaping With their extraterrestrial friend, I would cross a harvest moon. Wind burned, Red-cheeked, Lost in a distant sky. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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