my thoughts are mine as such my words are mine they form inside my head they brew a storm of pure emotion mixed with thought a dash...
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Quatrain throwback #2
The lake rests secluded, protected by mist
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.
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