winter

Aug 05, 2005 21:42

i sit in golden sunlight
and dream of what is to come
summer's warmth has lulled me to sleep
her fingers play about my eyelashes
her lips kiss mine
and leave me thirsty

the sun beats me down
the rain is swifty blow away
summer is a crule lover

escape in sleep
dream with me of what is to come
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