Saturday, October 31, 2009

no need for moonlight-
feeling your chest rise and fall
in the dark

5 comments:

  1. Every weekend when my husband is able to come home to me, I am reminded of what home really feels like...it is the familiarity of his hand, the sound of his laughter, the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him breathing beside me...I will never take that for granted again!

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  2. Nice poem, Kristin :)

    Not just him, not even the moonlight or the darkness of the night is to taken for granted....thats just me! :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  3. **is to 'be' taken for granted,

    devika

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