Thursday, May 05, 2005

A Scribble

A bit different from my usual....

I Remember

your words are only words
your dreams are only dreams
but I remember
once we sat beneath an oak
murmuring beneath gold-green leaves
that shushed us softly

you took my hand
tracing the lines of truth
in the veins of my skin

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