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I look for you in puddles
And under small stones.
We laid
Under the red sun,
Worlds ago,
When we crawled from the mud.
Your crude lungs drew a ragged gasp
And we left the water forever.
We grew hands and minds
And empty
And I lost you.
I search for you in sunsets
And the twists of trees.
I look for you in puddles
And under small stones.
- by Gideon Striche |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/06/2012 |
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- Title: Primal
- Artist: Gideon Striche
- Description: In our strive to become advanced in education and culture, it is easy for us to lose sight of the simple things; intrinsic, instinctive parts of us that have existed since the beginning of time become lost with age. These complexities become a burden; life becomes an immaterial quandary, fixated on uncertainty and ambition. We focus on our future rather than our present existence, and doing so, we overlook the simple. Sometimes, it is the simplest of things that hold the most beauty.
- Date: 02/06/2012
- Tags: primal nature evolution love loss
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