beginning end

sun rises

the morning person

brightens eyes

despises

a night child

my today

so far

too far away

many colors

trips me blind

lost in love

of a love lost

waiting knowingly

happiness a letter

to be

found in the dark

Comments

Ruth Newell March 1, 2012 @ 10:27 p.m.

Lost in love of a love lost--then go find it again, no? Why wait?

I like this sweet poem, RZ. I do.

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Ruth Newell March 5, 2012 @ 10:54 a.m.

No, thank you, Z. Truly beautiful piece. I love you writing. Really.

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GasparMedeiros March 5, 2012 @ 10:24 a.m.

somehow i missed this one...i like it also

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