begin forwarded message »
begin forwarded message »
i shout orange kisses into your sky hoping for some response brown leaf whirpools the only audible answer. grey clouds hang quietly on the line; dead roses make fine garlands for this feeling of unbelonging.
Lisa
03/04/2009 at 14:18 //
Wow. This is poignantly powerful.
I *so* recognize the feelings here.
Nice writing, dear one