adrift
By Al Aaraaf
adrift; my eyes the stars we speak of the hope we dream of echoed brilliant and left behindIt's a new poem! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp* ... I've run out of air. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 01:52 PM PST 10 • 0
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"adrift; my eyes the stars..."