Sunday Night

Sunday Night

WORDS TUMBLE FORTH INTO THE ABYSS,
FORMING IMAGES AS THEY FLY.
PICTURES BLOSSOM IN THE MIND,
FUELED BY UNQUENCHABLE FIRE.

SCATTERED FAR BY THE WINDS,
BROGHT BACK TO EARTH BY TIME.
FACES MADE IN THE SHIFTING SAND,
MOVED BY AN UNSEEN HAND.

YOU CAN CLOSE YOUR EYES,
BUT YOU CANNOT STOP THE MIND
TRAVELING FASTER THAN LIGHT,
WHILE YOU STAND STILL.

Skills

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September 19, 2014

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