Which one's me and which one's you?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Inbetween
Past the odds the dawn is breaking, the dusk is slipping. To the stillness of the eye a violin now swings in spiral. To listen and to whisper the chords aren't enough. Do waves of shivering light touch hands and sigh? Ask, if I may...with a child's smile.
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