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Author: phantomry
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-05-07 - Updated: 05-05-07 - Complete - id:2357460
Gravity never let me down, but it frowns as we clown around on this earthen ground; this planet we call home.

Time passes by as we fly, falling from the sky; a tear, a cry, a question: Why?

A word, spoken softly, shadowed by the night
Fire in the midnight, quiet, silent light
A calming coming over, no longer wish to fight
Dream to be released from this plague, happiness’ blight.

Speak slowly, tone soft – listen to the stars aloft: they coughed. Our poison fumes waft into their air, their sky.

Breathe in, breathe out, life spins about, clouded with doubt; watch mystery sprout, hear your lungs shout for more air: that which you can’t live without.

Falling from the sky again, rising to the sun
Don’t slow down, before you know it, our time will be done
Words drifting quietly; you hear a laugh, a song, a pun
The threads of reality begin to come undone.

Take a journey in space and brace yourself for the race of time to that one special place – to where we can’t be traced: That false embrace.

Dance, dance with me and you will see: opportunity to see, to hear the plea of one in need setting free.

Stars and moons and astronomy
Spend a little time with me
See the sunset through the trees
Dancing in the sky; we’re free.



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