Wind, breeze, grass, song, raindrop, silence, stillness,
Moon.
Window opened.
Window closed.
Leaning elbows.
Sightless distance.
Sliding gaze.
A landscape of our past footprints,
Now ties the horizon together.
Vis-a-vis, need to see you.
Visceral want of your touch.
Lack of permission,
A thin piece of paper,
With wide authority,
Keeps us apart an ocean's breadth.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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