Friday, July 06, 2007

in the corner

In the corner between the hill and bridge, where the birds chime and the bells sing, the trees are stone and the church has leaves.

Where, sometimes the stream is, where sometimes the light flickers, there's the somewhere else that has the sun.

That's where I'll be, that's where I'll look for you.

And if you're not there, then that's ok.

After all, that's what we left behind.

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