Sunday, 11 March 2012
The Sunday Posts 2012
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
"I love you."
Photo - Cold Evening, Loch Rannoch. By Alistair.
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