Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Poem for a Friend who is Longing for Blogit Days
we met along a deserted path in winter a few leaves quietly rustled on beeches others criss-crossed at our feet as we smiled you were heading for your car, and I to the lake i was trying to figure out my past mistake we smiled shyly as we passed, not quite ships ignoring each other in the thick of...
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