Sunday, June 1, 2008

259. Fog

The fog rolls in
A sky full of foreboding
The cold chills my skin
All the way to my spine
This must be what
Death feels like


Life in San Francisco

2 comments:

h2o666 said...
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h2o666 said...

The sun climbs up
A sky full of possibilities
The warmth caresses my skin
All the way to my heart
This is what
Life feels like