Thursday, November 19, 2009


(I just remembered this. It comes with a smouldering blues tune)


A puff of smoke
A gentle breeze,
Can't hold them in my hand

Sparking stars
On summer seas
The writing in the sand

If I could make this world anew
I would include them all
And I'd include our brief affair
The ride was worth the fall.

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