Thursday, October 25, 2012

Free as a bird

I am a free spirit
I see the spirit in everything...
the cricketts sing, the church bells ring,

the wind blows, the truth knows,

I rise to the top like oil on water

I use negative thoughts as though it was fodder

I turn dirt into gold and never grow old,

my thoughts without limit...

Give me your peaceful spirit and I will give you a minute.

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