to that friend |
the days when we played,
running, tigers at our heels,
if once again we galloped, careless of the world,
upon that crisp and frosted hour,
would our worlds again be interlinked,
liberated by ou...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:11:00 GMT |
short?yeah lots. |
eve trys her luck with poetry.......
touch! and all is splash!.
broken from revolution
dawn stride motions city.
pencilled faces,
pushing independently,
persistent paper.
look! don't look but see
eye...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:04:00 GMT |
