Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Kate Beckinsale Dog Breed

autumn wobble

like two leaves in the wind sailing

we down

collided for a moment

Our trajectories

But what does this mean?

Or was it just coincidence that we are

now where we are

We should stop progress

And moderate

For as this can have no future.

When we reach the bottom,

Will we meet again.

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