Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
The Vanishings
One day there'll be almost nothing except what you've written down, then only what you've written down well, then little of that.
~this is the hard-hitting part of this poem- it makes me sad.
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