Monday, 16 March 2009

Rainbow gypsy.

I stand by the fork in the road
To say goodbye, to step a new way
To break through the black and white
and chase the rainbow
I will walk through the yellow meadows
Follow the birds to the green wood
And beyond I'll find the crystal lake
Where I'll drown the rusty box of Memory's last traces
Till it lays to rest in the deep blue grave.
I'll wait for the moon to spin me my wings
And then I'll fly far far away
To reach my new place in the cosmos
And there I'll stand and smile
And wave back and say
"Hello, how are you?"

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