Tuesday, July 25, 2006

evensong...

proclaiming my love
whether you hear it or not
every single night
~

1 comment:

  1. A mouldy oldy

    Linked Haiku and Cinquain

    Blowing leaf dances
    skillfully eluding me
    I rake patiently.

    We're holding hands
    The campfire is burning.
    No one is speaking.

    Distant
    We resonate
    Over many miles
    She smiles as she's reading this,
    Knowing.

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