Array ( [sid] => 183436 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Infinity [time] => 2016-08-12 17:00:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The wind in my hair, the last sun on my face
Eyes like shining gold, like the deep deep lake
The skies moving by as fast as the seconds which take the life further on
Trees and bushes making sounds of the time passing every time a wind gust comes to life
Lights turning on one at a time, giving a chill fell
The wind blowing in my hair, a blow in slow motion
everything becomes silent, everything becomes weird.
I could make no sense
No sense of all what we have done
all our ideas, dreams, further plans
I stopped for a second feeling so useless, so small
Looking to the sky, a little peephole in the skies
made way for the enormous universe to show me infinity emptiness
Felt nostalgia, loss, memories and a form of joy hail down over me
To come this far we achieved more unawareness
I would walk the mountains to find a peaceful place
To find a land were no man had gazed
There were no ways to search for redemption
All these temptations can/'/t be no good
Have to keep walking with the sun as a friend
the sky as my guide, the wind as my companion
and the earth as my supporter
I could walk 1 thousand miles and still search for the answer
The flower mild and gentle was endlessly from here
In the midle of this time
On my way
I seek to find many of your kinds
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Infinity
Date: Friday, 12th August 2016 @ 05:00:14 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Apollonia
The wind in my hair, the last sun on my face
Eyes like shining gold, like the deep deep lake
The skies moving by as fast as the seconds which take the life further on
Trees and bushes making sounds of the time passing every time a wind gust comes to life
Lights turning on one at a time, giving a chill fell
The wind blowing in my hair, a blow in slow motion
everything becomes silent, everything becomes weird.
I could make no sense
No sense of all what we have done
all our ideas, dreams, further plans
I stopped for a second feeling so useless, so small
Looking to the sky, a little peephole in the skies
made way for the enormous universe to show me infinity emptiness
Felt nostalgia, loss, memories and a form of joy hail down over me
To come this far we achieved more unawareness
I would walk the mountains to find a peaceful place
To find a land were no man had gazed
There were no ways to search for redemption
All these temptations can/'/t be no good
Have to keep walking with the sun as a friend
the sky as my guide, the wind as my companion
and the earth as my supporter
I could walk 1 thousand miles and still search for the answer
The flower mild and gentle was endlessly from here
In the midle of this time
On my way
I seek to find many of your kinds


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