Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Nearing.
Scratching the wood above me into a heart.
Holding the pictures of you close to my heart.
My heart thumping as I become closer to the end.
Saying my last I love you`s and farewells.
I stop moving and slowly fade into the night as the rest of us do.
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