A September Tarantella
Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Time Can Wait
Softly, gently, chorusing through my vein.
Waiting, breathing, caressing my skin.
Time can wait, I'm in love and can't complain.
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