i believed in
superheroes
and one came
when i needed
him
flew right into
my heart,
and made himself
at home
and then when
i wasn't
looking
he opened the door
and flew
back out
Friday, July 6, 2007
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Like a weaver weaves thread to create a beautiful rug, I'd like to think that I can weave words to create a beautiful picture that varies with each person that reads them. Here are my word-pictures.
1 comment:
i love it specially that dramatic moment when he flew a way
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