Saturday, June 27, 2009

Tomorrow Dried In The Hopes Of Reaching Yesterday. Comments

Rating: 5.0

The silver glow of a lazy moon floats and infects the aura of a late, starry, night.
I wander off into the desert in search of you [again].
The wind howls her discomfort but I don’t stop.
I never did, I wouldn’t now.
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