through the foliage an old school clears my path
as I draw on you
cell beeps.
end up at your door step
crimson purity with a christian patience
we talk as the cat jumps the green wall
we smile and share a century of information
in an hour
the girl in the dream could be an angel
I was hoping it was you
since last life

One Comment

    • Disturbed Stranger
    • Posted July 18, 2008 at 2:42 pm
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    lovely usage of words. I’m enjoying!


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