wilting time
By Amy
What is may without its otherside other then a soggy moment wilting without the warm change of time how we use to unfold each other morning september of some autumn long past. Loneliness knows how to clear the eyes Alone now, I see all the times I have fumbled fallen hard into the cloudy puddles that have lead to regret. Growing older into the spring I have realized it is better to walk with hushed steps stumbling gracefully over any hands future clocks might be missing. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 12:07 AM PST 0 • 1
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"What is may without its otherside..."