06.14.04
Life Becomes Hers
She sits there,
Unfazed by the roar
of the passing train.
Inches from death,
Yet miles away from
the dark side.
Another morning,
Hope flickers yet again
with a gust of wind
Evening casts a beautiful gloom,
As she sits there waiting
for one more rendition.
Test said,
March 30, 2007 at 11:18 am
Hello
G’night