Saturday, July 31, 2010

"she claimed she grew up from a grain of sand
with every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer
to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands
she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one
counted weeks like she should of counted days
and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways"

{Falling in Love with Glaciers: by Listener}

I'm learning to build better bridges.


2 comments:

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Susan said...

love.