"Refuse the Breeze"
lobb152
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Holding empty flowers in hand.
Wilted in the sun; scattered into sand.
Could I pass them on.
As we sit looking for clouds who have refused to move.
Chasing dreams not meant to sail; I drift further from you.
Wilted in the sun; scattered into sand.
Could I pass them on.
As we sit looking for clouds who have refused to move.
Chasing dreams not meant to sail; I drift further from you.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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