Post by Midnighter on Mar 27, 2009 7:05:12 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300][shadow=purple,left,300]I wrote this on the way home from the last marching band event. It was the Christmas parade and it was really quiet on the bus.[/shadow][/glow]
A warm fog of rest,
Blankets this quiet place,
Soothing all to sleep,
Each and every face.
Ryan's fast asleep,
Jani's all cuddled up,
Me, I'm ok though,
Because last night I got enough.
Silently floating along,
With percussions making their beats,
Peace and quiet can be found,
Way in the backseats.
This is the last time though,
That we'll all be together like this,
With Tri, Jani, Ryan and Kylan,
These moments I'll cherish and miss.
A warm fog of rest,
Blankets this quiet place,
Soothing all to sleep,
Each and every face.
Ryan's fast asleep,
Jani's all cuddled up,
Me, I'm ok though,
Because last night I got enough.
Silently floating along,
With percussions making their beats,
Peace and quiet can be found,
Way in the backseats.
This is the last time though,
That we'll all be together like this,
With Tri, Jani, Ryan and Kylan,
These moments I'll cherish and miss.
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