Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Girl From the Train

The Girl From the Train

It was a dream she said aloud,
Purple air, yellow rain and a colorful crowd,

Her friends laughed in disbelief
She pushed them softly and threatened to leave

She closed her eyes and smiled in awe,
such quantic beauty her eyes never saw

She had a dream about the world,
Life was fluid, a colorful energy ball.

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