Thursday, January 29, 2015

She Hurries.

How the summer breeze
Captures her hair
She is longing for belonging
The wind, the sun, the warmth.
She dives into the questionable unknown.
She dreams.
She induces dreaming.
She cleverly drops endeavors, for acceptance for months.
And then hurries to gather them up.

She hurries.

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