You
I wrote your name on the palm of my hand
Copying the inscription on my heart
My breath is captured, willingly
Autumn winds smile faintly
Scattering the leaves of memory
Across these miles to your eyes
And your smile through my dreams
Copying the inscription on my heart
My breath is captured, willingly
Autumn winds smile faintly
Scattering the leaves of memory
Across these miles to your eyes
And your smile through my dreams
posted by Feanor at 10:17 PM
4 Comments:
What about me?
I have a "strange feeling" that the poem is not directed to the random reader of this blog... ! ;)
Keep it up Evan
-Petr
Your "strange feeling" is well founded Peter old boy. Well founded indeed.
Haha, thanks for the wonderful laugh in reading the below recount of your injury. :-) I mean, of course it wasn't good that you got hurt, but it was kind of funny about all the paramedics and stuff. Anyway, how big is this wound inflicted by the Mysterious Sharp Pointed Object? About a year ago my dad leaped off a ladder because of a bee and fractured his foot. :-D That was pretty funny too.
~JCP
Well, my dear lad, I tried to call a couple of times (and no I didn't leave a message because I can't stand to hear about 2 ships passing in the night!).
How is your foot feeling? Still needing the crutches?
I understand now why you didn't say anything more than "hub bub" yesterday when describing the transition from the cafeteria to the (dare I say it)QUACK SHACK!
Well told story.
I Love You, Mama
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