A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Wounded Heart.

Threads and threads have formed to shield it from bleeding itself dry.

And under a well-meaning sleeve, it will hide.

A wide smile will find itself its unlikely comrade.

Of different capacities.

With the same, unlikely, battle.

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