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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

rooted, but still daydreaming

clouds drifting across a dawn sky,
tree dark shadows stand steady,
and I sit, but wish I could fly

rooted solid, with branches dreaming

2 comments:

  1. I love your poems! And I'm excited about being your first follower, thanks for stopping by my place @ The Write Worship.

    Happy writing!

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  2. Thank you Tamika!
    Happy Writing to you too!

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