the clocks are hiding from her it's not the middle of the night, it's not as cold as it could be but time is moving against her now and her gloved fingers flip the calendar to December. 12/01/2010Author's Note: again and again againagainagain and again i will Posted on 12/01/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/02/10 at 03:22 AMI second Jon. I did a happy sigh when I saw the date. Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/03/10 at 04:36 AMEach word you type - another drop into the complexity of you! Write on!
12/01/2010
Author's Note:
again and again againagainagain and again i will Posted on 12/01/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/02/10 at 03:22 AMI second Jon. I did a happy sigh when I saw the date. Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/03/10 at 04:36 AMEach word you type - another drop into the complexity of you! Write on!
Posted on 12/01/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/02/10 at 03:22 AMI second Jon. I did a happy sigh when I saw the date. Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/03/10 at 04:36 AMEach word you type - another drop into the complexity of you! Write on!
Posted on 12/01/2010Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
I second Jon. I did a happy sigh when I saw the date.
Each word you type - another drop into the complexity of you! Write on!
