Sunday, March 15, 2009

Spilling Out

Do you still hear my song
as it quietly leaves my lips,
floating over rooftops
to brush against your cheek
and gently touch your ear?

Listen closely, you,
and hold it to your heart
as time is no friend
and works desperately
to silence the music.

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