Thursday, September 30, 2010

Silver



Whenever I see a lonely jet line,
I believe them to be silver linings.
I look for signs from the universe,
In nature.

If you listen you can hear the world speak,
If you look you will see the world show.
It will become your friend,
Afterall... your living here.

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