A flood of memories, a wave of feeling...a moment of surrender
One voice rattling, laughing...and then whispering
hope was born, nurtured and then tested
a small bud bloomed and then the sun set
left wilted,
left lonely,
left stronger when summer ended
A woman left standing with her arms spread open...
BECAUSE SOME PIECES ARE MISSING, BECAUSE OTHERS FIT SO WELL TOGETHER IT LEAVES ME SPEECHLESS. BECAUSE I'M FIGURING OUT HOW TO MAKE IT ALL WORK.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The Summer Prince
Posted by Wiski at 11:37 AM
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