Monday, November 10, 2008

.a poem.

Sweetest dream
the slightest stream
that runs 
within the 
crevices of my 
cluttered
mind.
A great hope
floats
upon you
like a massed ship
to grandest
discovery.
Reveries 
sweet reveries
play upon the keys
the longing tune
of one 
yearning to find
oneself.
~me.
 

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful Kat, your write so nicely! Bliss!!!

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  2. *shucks* Thanks!
    I try...still trying. Ha!

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