She is none of the ones
you clearly have in mind.
None you could have as your own.
Still, faces don’t matter.
She finds the colours
to make yours.
When the sun sets,
in time, her dress
would become the river
you swim in.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
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3 comments:
Yes! I agree with Rae. very tidy
yes!
bravo.
thanks rae, lorna, luc.
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