Endings
A flicker of hope
Burning embers of what may be
But alas
All for naught
Can one open the sky
With a word
A glance
A song
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Written this morning
posted by Juli | 10:07 am
It all started when I lost my Pants
poetry, musing, short stories and generally the inner workings of the brain of a 30-something year old woman who is a little nutty, a little sane, a little loud and just a little shy.
- My inner woman calls out to be noticedShe is bold ...
- The end of an era
- A little bit of hormonal rambling
- Black widow
- Untitled, is that not always the hardest part?
- Urges
- From afar
- Fill, a chuisle mo chroi
- Looking through some old poetry
- Just another bloated Tuesday
Friday, November 18, 2005
A flicker of hope
Burning embers of what may be
But alas
All for naught
Can one open the sky
With a word
A glance
A song
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Written this morning
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