Rocks, Air, and Something
rollings
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sure the green grass
blue undertones
and brown glass
dropping water on you like rain, it doesn't matter
except that this was yesterday
today the face of your smile
reflects your eyes
like you swallowed stars
traveled light their miles
came back and now you talk about it
I could listen to this as you flow
dew
days or even hours
lights before the morning
I could love you like the air
that you would turn into
the thick beauty of a song
if it ever came to this
blue undertones
and brown glass
dropping water on you like rain, it doesn't matter
except that this was yesterday
today the face of your smile
reflects your eyes
like you swallowed stars
traveled light their miles
came back and now you talk about it
I could listen to this as you flow
dew
days or even hours
lights before the morning
I could love you like the air
that you would turn into
the thick beauty of a song
if it ever came to this
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to me, this is the most beautiful piece you've ever written
downright beautiful
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
I do like to read your writing Rollings
Send my credentials to the house of detention
beautiful it is for sure !
Godfather.
even larger than usual
something greater than all of us--
I love it.
In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
this
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce