Memories of our future
are coming back
to me
|
you said
you
can't fly without me
|
as we are crossing the street
|
red lights
|
red is everywhere
|
I remember
again
how many lives you've
saved me
from walking blind
|
you are always coming back
as the pearl in its shell
|
as the sunshine goes back to the Sun
reflecting in the Ocean
|
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