Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Remnants

The wind blows fast
And her silhoutte forms
Out of the raging sand.

My heart burns
With a mounting desire
To whirl away with her
And reach the lands
Distant in that blur.

Her tears fill the sea
And as I walk by
The water touches my feet
Taking away
To those distant lands
The remnant bits of me.

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