Thursday, September 5, 2013

Three lines to tomorrow

This day I rewind the old worn tapes,
I feel the music we had missed.

This day I read from old torn pages,
I feel the love it had within.

This day I write my own blue song,
I feel the blood in my feet.

(In continuation to Three Lines To heaven)
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