Wednesday, November 07, 2001
Waking Me
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I remember your breeze
It was the sound of your voice
There it is again
Tickling the tips of my toes
Like an open window
In fall, behind closed blinds
Making them dance and duck
And dash so delightfully so,
As the sun peeks in and out
Saying “I am here,”
“Come to me.”
S*
2001.11.08
I remember your breeze
It was the sound of your voice
There it is again
Tickling the tips of my toes
Like an open window
In fall, behind closed blinds
Making them dance and duck
And dash so delightfully so,
As the sun peeks in and out
Saying “I am here,”
“Come to me.”
S*
2001.11.08
