So tired

Posted on Sep 15th, 2007 by

Doug

So tired

Nailing waves on the sand

Pinning dead leaves on trees

My nails

Clinging to the edge

Release into the darkness

Of the eternal fall

Cascading through small fingers

Of rain

Into the innermost

Sanctuary

Of my quiet look

I awoke;

The sun was in my room

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8 days later

Shanti said

Beautifuly descripitve
I've felt that sometime.

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