Sorry I missed your call...
Rain, road and radio muted real life.
That...
and the story in his voice was telling me of destiny.
needle in the hay...
needle in the hay...
needle in the hay...
needle in the hay...
Couldn't we see how this would end?
With a knife to the heart.
Like there is never any other way.
Grief is a heavy aura
and blades sweep away the tears.
Morning Commute Poetry 2/28/2011
C H E Z
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love new banner...love the poemxlynda
Posted by: lynda howells | March 03, 2011 at 12:46 PM
Breathless - both imagery and words.
Posted by: Kathryn - Collage Diva | March 03, 2011 at 02:52 PM