Shelly's Poetry for Saturday, August 22, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Shaded Streets

The streets are lined with shade trees, they look like elms, but I am unsure; my eyes too blurred to see my way. I did not think I was one to weep but the sounds of good-bye cut— deep! It wasn’t that I was too attached, quite the opposite; for in your leaving I discovered I didn’t want it to end—... Sign in to see full entry.

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