Whispering words
shining through the air,
wavering with,
these thoughts of her,
this breeze that sends,
myself a blur,
into sounds,
of all i wish to hear,
speaking softly,
of all that is,
and what i see,
her standing there,
beautifully.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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