Me.
A Fistful of Colours.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
"Fools", said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows."
"Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.
Sounds of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel
We spend our days talking, yet we say little to nothing. Like balloons in the sky these words float on by, a fistful of colours to please the wandering eye.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:26 PM
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