Blogger Widgets When My Life Becomes a Book: Concrete Path

Friday, November 9, 2007

Concrete Path

walking along a cracked concrete paththe air so cold, thin you can hardly breathewind blowing sending messages through my thoughtsspringtime is near, but winter is still herehear the whispering voices of the wind?leaves blowing, falling of treesI imagine clouds dashing across the stormy seaswinter doesnt want to leave

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