Monday, May 07, 2007

Almost There

I reach out,
Touch the sky.
The sky moves,
Teases me.
Suddenly, I find
The sky beside me;
Feel the blue,
On my cheek.
My heart flutters,
Starts to sing.
The sky moves,
Just out of reach.
I reach out…
Once again,
This time,
With a song in my heart.
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