Wednesday, February 11, 2009


i hear you knocking violently on the roof
your winds go threw my ears like music
the darken room brings comfort
a comfort i haven't felt before

i wrote my first poem in 9yrs

1 Comment:

goodtidings said...

you should write more poems

I never question what to do, it tells me what to do. The photographs make themselves with my help. ~Ruth Bernhard
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