Just felt like writing something -
sat looking a blank screen for 5mins and this is the result. -
Enjoy:-)


Mist Of Salt And Tears

Holding her heart - broken - in her hands once again
walking down the winding shore of golden sand
embracing crashing waves -
spraying a glissering mist of salt and tears
pain causing her to age beyound her 19 years

......Just once she wishes love was real.

10/04/06



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Written on 2006-04-10 at 09:46

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2010-03-03


Kathy Lockhart
oh the word picture you painted again. I saw this happening so clearly. I felt it, heard it, tasted it. What a melancholy life of a young idealistic soul. You know you don't have to be young to still wish for real love as she does. This brought a very familiar and somewhat comfortable sadness to me. Does that make sense? Beautifully done.
2006-04-11


Marie
I've got a quote for you then:
"Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams"
-Feodor Dostoyevsky

Good poem Liz
2006-04-10