A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Abi
She shines like the sun Though she looks away And it hurts Oh it hurts Like the birth of the day The birds will sing They'll shout in pain She's beautiful and comatose And starting to wake.
3 comments:
i am sure she will be thankful to have this written for her
Shines like the sun?
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