Thursday, January 12, 2006

August 29,2001
J.Crabb 2001
Wandering, stumbling, sometimes running...
Through the cob webs of my mind
Finding little things stuck to the silken thread
I smile softly
In the distant, a flower, a feather, a golden star
Beyond and above glowing day and night
You...smiling softly
(For Dina)

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