Friday, August 13, 2004

like Christmas

You radiate kindness
I want to be your secret place
Like stone walkways and roses and willows
I want you to cry in my arms

Late tuesday nights and
Sundays in the rain
You will bring me back to earth
Stumbling but unafraid

I know you would hold me
And everything would be beautiful
For just that moment
Like four thousand diamonds thrown into the sea

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