Every mile a memory,one that fades with every passing car.
New thoughts emerge with the rising of the moon.
Left to face the dying world alone as the crimson backdrop fades.
A flame in the breeze brings me back for a moment.
Seeing that the shore line is no more.
©~ Skye
2 secret loves:
Seriously. This is really good. :)
You're a natural blogger.
wow, this one is breathtaking !
got some poetry-talent , girl !
i'm definitly following your blog .
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