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Our Beautiful Mess

The vast beauty of it all

Stretched out before me

Continous fields of swirling brass leaves


I danced in the gentle breeze

Feeling the freedom of ancient times

Time, was not important, for ages still


The Grass as green

The Sky as blue

The Water as pure



As nothing you have ever seen

Nor will we see



Not in this....

The Age of Man




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Publicerad 2010-10-27 22:55



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