Sunday, October 16, 2011
some days are like a poem
often the random images rhyme
a few fallen leaves shinnig brightly, up at the limbs they once clung to
the more things change, the more they stay the same, a daydream
so leave the door open, hold tight to the spark
~~Mickie Postle wander among trees on the path I used to walk forever is here
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