the evenings hasten
to steal the light from you
leaving you to curve forward
in search of life
you lean toward the path
upon the steps I take
so beautiful in your struggle
to reach me
a crisp wind pushes you back
swaying as you once did for me
our paths colliding again
in this underfoot serenade
Friday, August 27, 2010
a flower to tread on
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2 comments:
still gorgeous, i see..
This made me smile.
Some things are simply meant to be... Even when there isn't, nor ever will be, a simplistic or logical understanding.
It is what it is.
Life, for the living... As well as the dying.
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