Posted by Willow on July 28, 2001, at 0:05:09
In reply to Re: a cybersummer romance? , posted by kazoo on July 27, 2001, at 0:03:31
As I sat outside alone, the wind beckoned me to play
Softly calling, tickling, inviting ...
Shyly I raised my arms jestingly
He lifted me highI soared on his warm southerly breeze
Higher, faster, bolder ...
He blew from the north unexpectedly
I stumbledThat day the wind died
I descended
I hear the wind no more
poster:Willow
thread:7959
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