"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Two lines becomes three
Another birdie on the line
More to explain
Less is understood
Blue sky, blue eyes, waiting to see again
Warmth from the sun hitting black socks
Failing to answer my question time after time
Somethings just make the lines fade
Others make them show up

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