the word finds itself
often
as love brims and
blossoms at the edge of a rose
dancing in the fiery
sunlight of a day gone
wild
wild with love
gone
free
love is free and is so is the
spirit and
mine as flown away
far
far away into
the wind.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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