Embers spun clock-wise
For the sun they spun
Passing windows on the way the colors play tunes
I heard them hear me and I saw them sing
I wanted to join in
The hours were drums pounding under the puddles
I found one
One I've heard
One I knew
"What was that sound?" I wanted to ask.
I had no chance
The second I stopped to think I was confound
I felt their sounds overshadow me
I was free yet protected.
2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
December 31, 2006
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