Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Your Kite
I find you in the passion, in the quiet, even in the turmoil... You are there, bending, stretching, finding me, meeting me where I am. Loving me, even here, in my confusion. I'm wanting more, but running... running, but coming back, always, full circle into your arms. You stare silently from a...
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