From the Forgotten Files

If I

could tell you how a bluebird flies,

or the sound of a whippoorwhill;

if I could tell you the sound of a sunrise,

or the quiet rush of the wind along a grassy knoll;

if I could tell you how the ever-changing moon stays bright,

or how quiet, can be the very best of sounds;

if I could tell you what alone feels like,

or how a single thought of you keeps things intact;

if I really knew all it would take is a simple, Hello”,

or how a simple “I love you” makes life right.

If I

if only,

if I could,

how simple life could be.

If.

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05/06/2010

11:00 a.m. - 11:06 a.m.

(Other pieces from the forgotten file will drift in now and then)