Wednesday, July 25, 2007


A poem I wrote last night about the expected arrival :)

Sweet stranger
What tales yet to be written will reside within your eyes?

Will the scent of your soul
be sweet?
have the fragrance of a cut lawn
on a summer's day?

or crisp?
with the sharpness of a
frost bitten morning?

Or some other flavour
yet to be discovered
and savored?

Who will you be
sweet stranger?

What will you bring?

Where will you go?

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