Monday, August 22, 2011

Indian Summer



Nothing makes me happier than a cool breeze on a warm Indian summer night.
I want to run around barefoot and freezing
dreaming of the promise that life always holds
whispering to my best friend, maybe grabbing his hand
and pulling him along into a haphazard dance.

1 comment:

  1. so good. Sometimes a feeling can be expressed in few words, much like a small glass of fine expensive whiskey. This my friend, is top shelf.

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