Slightly Dirty
By birksy
Slightly dirty, hands move through mud, search the ground for expectations past what was ever there. If love were searched thus, would we ever feel it's soft touch, it's delicate sensation when all asunder is being swept aside? Don't look straight down, but see what might otherwise be disregarded, and sieve through spiders webs, what may be in those misshapen hills. And when, at end of day, you still may have nothing to show, at least you have not acted blindly, and you will have learned a little more of love's sweet impressions. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 06:22 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"Slightly dirty, hands move..."