Sunday, February 13, 2011

Moving On

And now confirmed suspicions be
the pain is great but meant for me
I walk upon the trembling sand
and know that cracks and craves doth steal
the warmth of love, the smile, and touching hand
no longer mine I turn to stand
and face the wind, walk further on
to distant lands where I am found. 

- Trish 2011

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