Monday, June 16, 2008

a sort of happy poem (i'm working on it)

her hips sways smoothly

like winds blowing in a quiet medow breeze

her eyes are closed remembering happy memories

as her head softly swings from side to side

her hands are up reaching for the crystal blue sky

she is lost in better times

gone to another world

an alternate universe keeps her going

anythings better then real life.

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