Post by donn on Jan 7, 2013 15:05:59 GMT -5
As leaves are beaten down from their homes of trees and drops of rain rush fast towards the street corners drains, My words written in messy script on paper scraps are soon forgotten and do not last. I wonder..., Was there a glimpse of gold in words unspoken? A reflection of celebrity missed by me, Crumpled and tossed into the waste in haste? Probably not. But still I thought maybe. Maybe I am as among the undiscovered stars, that flicker and shine but briefly, then burn away, that no one sees and no one will ever know existed...Life is like that, a lot