Tuesday, 15 April 2008

MY TREE HOUSE

She was trying to keep her eyes open
But the cold wind heated now by the golden rays
Forced her to keep them closed
So they stood there holding
Their star’s gaze

And for the first time ever
I saw summer in her face.



1 comment:

Beatriz said...

aw... (:
pretty nice reading...
it kinda reminds me that whole idea of love at first sight or even the love between friends...dunno, but your words were definitely sweet! please keep posting things like this.

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