into the mist i walk hoping to find you inside. i wonder around and around i like a was lost in a hurricane. I get a glimpse of something moving i run towards it hoping that it is you. but when i get there. all i find is a dark red rose petal. i turn around and around looking for you for a glimpse for anything. nothing but the fog cumming up from the mountains across the lake. I sit down. and watch the swans fly in.
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martin
06:02 May 23 2011
hmmm, interesting