Measuring life out by Sundays.
Fundays spent with you.
Without, I drift.
As the stars go out in the sky of my heart.
You touched my heart.
And made me sing.
26th Sept. ’04
12.32 pm
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Poetry, prose and general outpourings.....
Hello Ange,
ReplyDeleteI was bored tonight so I decided to click Next Blog, up at the top of the page, not expecting to find anything (especially after the first 20 blogs were spam). Then I came across your blog.
Thank you very much for sharing your writing with the world. Your imagery is so tangible without drawing attention to itself.
Please keep writing!