Running Needles
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Anthropomorphism poem
Night has come now
Cool dark but skill feels love
Day has come now
Warm light but feels apart
Waiting and waiting till one has come
Crossing the sky when his time is not
To see her joyful face
When they are one
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