Wednesday, January 17, 2007

january 17 thoughts

She sits beneath the mimosa tree, her eyes focused on little pink flowers floating carelessly away on a drift of the wind

serene silence is broken by a mocking bird's caw;

The bright sun screams out at her, she feels the heat upon her cheek,

In a blink of an eye everything she thought her life would be

now has changed for the better

new beginnings, relationships

there's no time to ask why

a clock ticks to time speeding forward

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