Sunday, September 20, 2009
It’s been a Year;
It’s been a Year; (Or Race or Mile or so) (Dear …. Much ado and How ‘bout you? ) I happened upon a further sky And I chose pencil, to erase (became a blur) ‘Til lines did connect (is timeliness) I’m here now With pose of smile Across this grown-up face I found tranquility and light, Among contrast...
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