collapsed blue of sky
water to my wandering eye
a reflection, out of grasp
and i, on the outside, lack
doomed to see, but never touch
and doomed to see much too much
trees of autumn, filled with red
are words to me, never said
16 September 2009
"where my feet will never trod"
written by amanda at 7:01:00 PM
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