The gray morning, the light drizzle,
Brings in inexplicable longing.
The crispy chill, the wet ground,
Makes me long for your warmth.
Transcend time, leap borders.
Break the rules, come to me.
Together we shall dance
To the soft music of love.
- CSP
Monday, August 29, 2011
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