waking hours
in the waking hours of the day,
when the last taste of nighttime fades,
i imagine you close,
your fingertips,
like water vapor across my skin.
in the final hours of the day,
when the sun is but a small dead patch,
and memories like dry parched land,
take flight like dust.
in the breeze i reach for your hand,
but it cannot be touched.
01.03.08














Comments
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"Life to the everlasting cat"
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I'm a member of *HDR-Club *night-shots and *SkyAndNatureClub
you write poetry too!!!
omg i love it!!! uve got such a great talent!
keep up the great writing!! its inspiring! haha
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I'm a member of *HDR-Club *night-shots and *SkyAndNatureClub
vale la pena ponerlo en mis favoritos jajaja
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I'm a member of *HDR-Club *night-shots and *SkyAndNatureClub
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