Me, Myself, and I, by Lorena Bernhardt
Trusting, trying, caring, loving
Lover of falling rain, the changing leaves, and the colors
of the sun.
Who feels nervous when centered, joy when playing, and
excitment when traveling.
Who needs friends, love an sky.
Who gives trust, laughs, and advice.
Who fears ghosts, heartbreak, and shots.
Who would like to see nature not cement, homes for
homeless, and the ruins of Greece.
Who lives in a stone house by Rider.
|Posted: 2010-06-03 04:36:48 UTC|
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