Blogger Widgets When My Life Becomes a Book: Mystic river

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Mystic river

Mystic river running free,
like my heart would want to be,
currents flowing, with debris,
like my heart, soon will be.
Sunlight gleaming,
radiantly,
capturing light upon the trees.
I know my love would agree,
that our hearts,
have dissipated out to sea.

Copyright
Terry Freeman





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2 comments:

Tristran said...

Lovely poem!...

Thanks, Mee Moe, for accepting my invitation for a links exchange. Already added your link in my blogroll. Merry Xmas!...

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