Friday, July 16, 2004
Here is randomness from my brain:
I had a
dream.
Born, on
broken wings.
You were
there.
Your face,
crystal against
the sky.
And as I
drifted;
through
clouds.
I saw;
your tears -
They mixed,
with mine.
I had a
dream.
Born, on
broken wings.
You were
there.
Your face,
crystal against
the sky.
And as I
drifted;
through
clouds.
I saw;
your tears -
They mixed,
with mine.