From the Forgotten Files
If I
could tell you how a bluebird flies,
or the sound of a whippoorwhill;
if I could tell you the sound of a sunrise,
or the quiet rush of the wind along a grassy knoll;
if I could tell you how the ever-changing moon stays bright,
or how quiet, can be the very best of sounds;
if I could tell you what alone feels like,
or how a single thought of you keeps things intact;
if I really knew all it would take is a simple, Hello”,
or how a simple “I love you” makes life right.
If I
if only,
if I could,
how simple life could be.
If.
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05/06/2010
11:00 a.m. - 11:06 a.m.
(Other pieces from the forgotten file will drift in now and then)
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