Thursday, June 25, 2009

eyes meet on a hot, humid day
words are spoken in the present form..
one who listens with emotion
the other hears with regret..
this is the end of-
the unwritten story
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3 comments:

  1. Devika JyothiFriday, June 26, 2009

    Good sense of observation, Cindy :)
    regret is not my cup, emotion could be :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. LorraineFriday, June 26, 2009

    quiet desperation...sad, beautifully written Cindyb

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  3. Ralf BrökerSunday, June 28, 2009

    The melody transports the meaning of the words. Good one.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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