

to trace old stepsSilent melodies, Forlorn strumming, Old steps.to trace old steps
The fear with that want, And run with the pullback.
That passing imagery of your frame, Whose imagination was the pity.
Softly running fingers To trace our old steps.
The former falling rain Through hair I once dreamt,
And make out what encircles, That surfaced through steps.
Twas questions, Erratic singing, Old steps.


hide and seekWild rabbits laughed with me, And we played our little hide-and-seeks. To find the white lines among the browns, We sent them scampers and shrieks.hide and seek
To think what joyous times were those When we used to play our hide-and-seeks. Day and night we sang the same melodies, Of Girton and her wonderful deeds.
That night some rabbits laughed at
Me; some cried along where tears were free. We stood in darkness for one last night; And whispered all our silent reveries.
Today I think of those wild things; To seek them out through my memories, Where I
thank you dear for faving In your mind [link]
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we can be heroes.. just for one day.
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Here in this life
We seem so lost.
On this side of brightness
We don't know where to go.
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Stay or forever go.
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This won't end well
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