Plain Field
>> Monday, June 29, 2009
I dream of a plain field,
Unknown what it yield,
I hear a voice,
An echoing voice.
Listening to it, crushing,
Standing there, engulfing,
Resounding into the distance,
Distracting all my senses.
Loud like a thunder,
Yet i did not shudder,
Brushing against my hand,
Delicate as the sand.
On that plain field,
Unknown what it yield,
Now i decide to search,
To satisfy my urge.
Calv out!
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