Thursday, September 2, 2010

Midas

Is my life always flying
towards the Midas touch?
Anna,
return now
before everything you love
is stone.
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  1. April MitchellSeptember 2, 2010 at 11:04 AM

    Great poem, I didn't know you wrote poetry. Also LOVE LOVE your blog background. Look forward to reading more.

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  2. AnnieSeptember 2, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    Hehehe, thanks. I only write every now and then.

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