Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Thoughts

 

Thoughts

As I sit here, 
Fiddling with my hair,
I think of you... 
Such a warm memory
Of a summer day, 
Without clouds, 
Without rain. 
Posted by Sandrina B. Rodrigues at 7:58 PM
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