The crisp autumn breeze plays with my curls
and sends a shiver to my soul
...or is it just the butterflies?
Trembling hands grasp bright reds, oranges, and yellows.
Voices everywhere hurrying red along.
Unlucky turned completely lucky.
Soft simple melodies fill the air.
The squeak of an old screen door
Gasps. Whispers. Smiling faces.
Think. Breathe. Right. Left.
Look up.
White sees black.
Green meets blue.
Red sighs. Step. Step.
Unclouded vision.
A crooked smile, a happy tear.
Soft feels rough.
Green on blue.
White with black.
Crooked smiles, shaky hands.
Broken circle, full circle.
I love you.
-home.-
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2 comments:
and ur my favorite dreamer. <3 Beautiful, as always. It is lovely to see you back where you belong!! I miss you!
That was risky, composed that on the spot using my zune. ;)
-Rycicle
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