.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

8.20.2003

we rise and fall
washing sand on the shore
each wave eroding the latter

the only constant here is change

we soar on wings of a heartsong
twisting and turning through this mutable midnight air
each breeze erases the last

here i can only hope that our roads still run parallel
when the tide rolls in
and the wind starts to blow

it is refreshing to feel the sun rising on us
when our paths collide

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