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...
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Winter
It has been nineteen days of waiting a film of oil coats my thoughts in slippery rainbows. Come back to me, I want the bubbles to burst.
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