Apr 10, 2007
I walk in silence
with head bent low
my footsteps a whisper
nobody knows
Then I hear her speak of poetry-
behind a slightly open door
now i wonder if I'll ever go back
to the place i was before.
[check it out :) The carnival is fun fun fun this week. And if you missed last week's carnival, check it out at Chameleon's other blog. I like taking a trip back there for the cotton candy and the wonderful pieces posted by those who participated.]
Labels: i scry with my little eye, thoughts
