Thursday, September 16, 2010


For me, love has always been like
a small cloud of smoke drifting through my life.
I reach out to touch it, and my hands plunged
right through, as it drifted on.

Loneliness has the heart in hibernation the winter of the soul.
like seeing many, beautifully-wrapped empty christmas boxes.
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