In This Place
Diving deep inside your mind
I found the place
You speak about so often
Where laughter sounds like
Pretty cries and memories
Are but a movie seen
So many times
In this place I heard
Hummingbirds feeding
On red Bee Balms
And in the distance
Silhouettes walked
Into the falling sun
Along the coastal sands
In the background music
Could be heard
And after a while
I pretended the voice
Belonged to you
august, two thousand eleven
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