Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Secrets yet to be found

If only we'd lie upon the grass so green ,
to look up at the red skies and innocent minds so keen.
If only we'd smile and awaken to zealot clowns,
to listen to what reckless laughter could do.
If only you'd pick up that guitar so old,
and listen not to the song, but the reason she sings.
If only you'd understand why the secondhand ticks,
and learn to freeze time, not ourselves for what it's worth.

If only these sentences would stop dreaming, and start using words other than "If only".

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