Saturday, June 11, 2011

My Life

Running, listening, laughing, loving
I soar but with the wings of wax
Can I the sun resist and last?
My love poured out on shaky sands
My thoughts a mix of blurs and sound
I want but then
I need but why
You the fruit that fills my eye
To feel the warmth of your sweet hand.

- Trish 2011

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