Love is like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow…


February 22, 2006, 1:02 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

If i could cry,
My tears would resemble
Falling leaves.
You could count them one by one.
But, eventually you would
Lose the number.
There are to many.

——————-

Fraglie morning fog
I canĀ  hardly stand
The arrival of the grey plainess you bring.

eh,,, just trying to come up with something… but nothings comming.


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