November 2009
1 post
Twinkle little toes.
with lighted candles in our hands
we light the darkened city.
on bare street we’ll dance till our feet sore,
our toes will twinge yet smile pasted upon our lips
we kept tripping through the misty rays of light,
so beautiful, i stare in awe.
leave the candle into my hands,
I’m going alone.
I’m going alone.
Sometimes we need to be alone, even in darkness.
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