The vast open skys fill my heart with roaring inspirations
As the snow crumbles beneath my feet I feel my dwindling asperations
hearing flocks of geese squaking
As we start walking
Tasting the crisp air
The smell is oddly bare
Oh the great vast of skys which fill my heart with roaring inspirations
No one can mask this sensation.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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