Thinking of you this evening, I think
of mystery; I think of umbrellas of
crystal Shading a cinnamon sea; I
think of swallow-tailed shadows
Enveloping history; And the past
becomes the future, And the present
is yet to be; And life is a
rain-swept mirror Through which
perpetually A girl with bright hair
flowing, Dappled dark coat
blowing, Into the unknown,
knowing, Walks with me.
Uncensored, completely real, mostly inappropriate, randomness........
About Me
- ????
- Over thinking and over analyzing everything, all the time; it is what I do.
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