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Wednesday, December 6, 2006


   Not Around

I feel sort of guilty posting my poetry here other than FictionPress. Hmmm...maybe I outta write some songs for Puppetmistress. I'll try to get on that. For now, here's a second poem.

Sitting upon broken earth
A peaceful breeze upon my shirt
I want to feel it, just as you
Wanted me to, even when you're
Not around.

Under a quiet willow tree
The leaves swirl and dance by me
You walk invisibly, all alone
I'm nearby as you walk home
But I'm not around.

Calmly watch the sunset sky
Into your brilliant shining eyes
Your home is patient
But not I.
For you are not around.

Hope you like it...it means quite a bit.
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