Just the requisite fall poem...
Filtered rays
murmur nothing of commitment
in a voice like, "wait, wait"--
gently chiding,
but with never a promise.
Through soft maybe and secret smile,
vacillating skies
master the art of perhaps.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Usher In the Fall
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2 comments:
wow glytch you totally speak to me on this ... ive lived your last line.
much love keep it up girl!
"master the art of perhaps"--yes!
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