by GMS75Florida, USA
Apr 2013 563 Views 0 comments
The Wishing Tree
Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wishfor the Spring to come.
gregory
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wishfor the Spring to come.
gregory
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Posted: Apr 2013
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