May 2014
one day
ten years from now
we'll look up at the stars
and smile with each gust of wind
that sings softly in our ears.
then we'll know
that it's all
going to
be okay.
ten years from now
we'll look up at the stars
and smile with each gust of wind
that sings softly in our ears.
then we'll know
that it's all
going to
be okay.
not a poem, but this is for you, my darling
