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Other Peoples words

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Butterflies
no title
dream
untitled
wishing more
a memory
I wonder
Surrender
Daydreaming
Sunshine
Regrets

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A memory
 

Here I am in an echo of a younger day.

When a letter said “I’m sorry”.

But a friendship was growing.

 

On a patch of grass, a hint of the flirting game.

How do I reach out?

How to hold your hand?

The thrill of your presence

The fear of rejection.

So close!

Emotions calling out from within, hiding behind a simple smile.

Hoping for a sign.

 

That day, a happy ending

 

Steve warrington (c) 2007