My foot inside your foot prints

Tuesday, July 15, 2014 , 0 Comments

This beautiful night, dark with drizzle,
My lines you stole, started to whistle,
The wordless song fresh and tuned,
The music in air stopped then resumed...

My foot inside your foot prints,
I would take a million tiny steps,
Enveloped in the breeze that embraced you,
Eyes closed, pure and secure...


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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