Wildflowers bloom on a mountainside,
As icy waters on their tumbling ride,
Flow in haste to meet the Sea,
On a cycle that will always be.
Cycles, cycles everyplace,
Even in my life, I face
The fact that cycles often race
With no regard to proper pace.
So I was born and grew up fast,
And now I'm free to love at last,
And need ________ to complete the chain
Of the cycle that is in my name.
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perfect
its good...something that so made me think of my relationship.. :)
Chaise 2012-08-28
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