Quilling Memories
Stories, insights, experiences
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Away
Keeping aside,
Keeping alight
Running away
I lived alone
Away and around
Again and again
Life seemed bland
I stayed awake
Bright and light
My soul felt right
A plea a day
I kept quiet
Assumed and presumed
Absconded was I
Alive not I
Glad I was
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