Where the trees meet the track.
That is where I am going
and there will be no turning.
Kick up those leaves and there will be nothing to cover you
when you sleep among the roots,
wanting warmth from the only orange you can find.
Do they burn?
All I know is that I'm free.
- From my notebook, Oct 2010
xoxo
Gorgeous. I look forward to the day when I see your name on the shelves at the bookstore!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Courtney :) Loved this! x
ReplyDeleteI love this! You are very talented.
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