Friday, August 17, 2007


and I think to myself
as I watch the sun peak over building tops
how can one sleep
when there is a girl to kiss
before the train takes her to futures unknown
and roads to walk
with the first leaves of fall
softly trailing,
whispering

posted by Ian at 11:35 pm  

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