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[aid] => mick
[title] => nights befalls, a story unfolds in that still frame
[time] => 2006-07-06 17:13:25
[hometext] => lights on, lights out. a bird stands alone, blind, singing its own song
[bodytext] => when the lights go out tonight, when the last plane has lifted off from the ground, the city once again goes to its sleep, heavy breathing lights are blown out from empty frames the candles of the city die figures walked on, without a purpose, without a life beneath the dark grey sky, i sit alone in silence a grey bird stood on a grey tree the tree stood there, as it has always done, a tiny spot - the only spot thousands of miles spread out toward grey infinitude occasionally the rustle of tired leaves would break the delicate perfection of the scene a breath of autumnal wind walks through this world the bird whispers sadness to the passing wind the wind sings in accordance - in its pouring tears raindrops touch the cold ground as the kisses of sadness that holds the memory of yesterday's tragedy up and down, waves of emotion swell up as ripples on a still lake a pair of blind eyes stare into its own mind, the bird sings only november, when snowflakes cover up the sorrows of another year everything is in white, everything is dying beautifully in fairytale-like peace and silence as i open my bleeding eyes, i can suddenly see sadly, you drive alone in a dead world still playing that song i wrote for you 1000 years ago watching you in silence, watching you from the other side three words hang motionlessly from the tree where they committed their suicide S I L E N C E the bird stops singing, but the wind carries on crying too many tears, too many nights of hollow breathing all of the unspoken sorrows springs up from the ground flooding the scene, dissolving everything the world swirls without warning the grey throws itself into the surging ocean the tree crumbles into the ground the ground melts into the sky sky turns from grey to colorless... as the ocean becalms everything is transparent as the ocean becalms all fades... as lights go out tonight, as the last plane lifts off from the ground, the story awaits, unfolds [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 73 [informant] => ibelieve-dreamsonhorizon [notes] => Edited for spelling as requested. - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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