Mar 5, 2011

What if the storm ends and I don't see you as you are now ever again? The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning sets you off againts the planet's last dance. Just for a minute, the silver forked sky lit you up like a star that I will follow. Now it's found us like I have found you. I don't want to run, just overwhelm me. What if the storm ends and leaves us nothing, except a memory, a distant echo?

1 comment:

pau said...

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