The night held the anonymity
she desired.
Walking, stunted walking in
the sticky heat, her shoes scraping
the streets.
She squinted her eyes
at the wind that would
follow from revving
cars passing by,
rattling her reverie,
then leaving her alone.
Again.
- February 19, 2009
- 11:39 AM
More Bubbletoes
- bubbletoes
- I swim in bubbles in a burst of sunshine. Those who catch me, swim with me. We'll splash around in sun-colored dreams and slide down a ray of prism, chasing rainbows in our hands.
2 comments:
Your words portray clear images in my mind, making me feel such. Lovely, you.
Thank you. =)
That is so nice of you.
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