9/6/1999
As the quiet sounds of the night keep me occupied
I hear the music inside
No stars to gaze
No confussion
Just me and the breeze to bring me to a perfect ease
I will surrender my deep thoughts
To the black sky
Gazing around nothing is new to these eyes
In this place I will soon leave everything
The hills will stand
Summer green will be alive
Winter with snow so blind
Streets will always be full of voices
To us it’s all empty choices
Here there is no room for what’s there
Only room for what you can bare
Blue turns into black
What was this
Will always be that
Nicholle Gibson
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