Tuesday, 8 March 2011

No words for me

I wonder
what time will bring
this spring day
catkins  growing on the willow
love lonely so far away. 

Today I stepped outside of me
cream silk rustling
as I dance
here on the island
just you and me.
From over the sea
mists roll in.
 

There are no words for me.

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