Wednesday, March 7, 2012

little things

Sky winds blow clouds away
The sun may shine again today
I linger for a while and deep inside I smile
I find comfort in the strangest things soft pillow
Clean sheets and books to read
A glass of ice, a small chocolate to nibble
A pillow to rest my head from weary thoughts
The trail of thoughts to cloud my mind
Stray occasionally out of line
I draw the pictures from a memory
Yet no real image does it raise
I sigh slightly overwhelmed
Free falling seems so real

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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