Monday, April 30, 2012

Open Hands...

 
Wind blowing through sand...
Clearing the dust and debris of too many things gone not-quite-right...
Leaving behind a tiny pink point of light...
And a wish to love you for who you are...
For what this is...
Nothing more...
For always...


photo: Googled, from here

3 comments:

  1. :) Easier said than done I'm afraid... But I'm holding on to the tiny point of light for all I'm worth...

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