Perhaps,
Life is too short,
to make out...
what could have been
and what did not...
Liberties galore,
The world at our feet.
Why would we still want,
to our childhood, retreat?
simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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Till Death Do Us Part
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