I thought this deserved a spot of its own...
Only a Moment
I brushed back the hair from her brow, again and again,
and looked to her smile for a reason, and found only circumstance, and history, and coincidence.
and regardless, she looked back at me like the man I was certain I could be, and suddenly the world was a different place.
--Posted by LostJohnny1978 to ~~Arachne's Loom~~ at 1/03/2007 07:42:49 AM
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Sunday, January 07, 2007
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