My brave new world.
Fleeting smiles,
hand holding, halting.
With
good-byes
not so good-byes behind.
Rays stain visions and raindrops feel
different
real.
Cracks in a yellow lined road divide choices,
coin flips,
emotions,
chances,
meetings
friends
home and
what could be.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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