Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I LAST MET YOU

I last met you...
the nursery wines,
the rollicking riders and the eerie mimes!
The lost flickers...
where lavenders bloom,
Hope I ride faster
to drop you till moon!

Go in the winds or go soon,
I ride the same...
where itching sweeps,
No one there to blame!

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