The days soar.

15 04 2007

just a rainy day. It’s cold, and windy, and I should be doing homework, but I’m too tired/bored to try, heh. Soon, all the flowers will begin to bloom, and the grass will shoot up past my ankles, and we’ll have to get the lawn mower out, and the hose, and I’ll be walking around in flip-flops and shorts.

Still. There’s something missing. Still.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die without you.




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