Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Receiving the seasons
I put my new dress, colorful, and young.
Like my heart.
Like you
And like spring
Through which we grow
Younger than the days.
Experiences taught me, to copy and mark my steps.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
And again yesterday today , tomorrow
Young like spring free like the breeze.
You are still in my spring, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
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