pieces fall to the ground
snowy blossoms
of delicate feathers
ascending on the breeze
significant of life
in death reborn
to make a wish
if you dare to chase it
granting your dream
like weeds in the wind
The Woman In The Moon
- Nean
- I think too much. It's my fatal flaw. That also means I talk too much. Welcome to my world. My family includes me, Hubby, Little Man, Baby Girl, and Psycho Cat. I spend my days caring for them and fighting with myself, trying to figure out who I really am.
©2008-2011 Nean Burkholder
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