Poems by Anonymous
Monday, November 17, 2008
I was flowing
in time
until you
dropped like a pebble
in my
mirror of the sky.
Your face, your name, your voice
plunked
away the stillness.
Ah, your touch!
Your fingerprints
are
ripples
on my heart--
my soul has
circles
spreading out.
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