Friday, February 13, 2009

wings

Throw them back at me again
Sidelong glances
Slithery smiles
Your blue.

Throw me into yesterday
When time
Seemingly still
Fled by on quiet wings
Spun from the dreams
That we whispered to each other
Posted by uncle walt at 4:16 PM

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