Different Seasons - Page (8)

Previous  Index  Next

 

Without a Trace.

Like a falling star,
  a beautiful shining light.

    But when I grasp for it,
      it's gone, without a trace...

  Written during the fall of 1996.
 

All material on this site is Copyrighted, and are not allowed to be redistributed in any form.
    (C) Copyright 1996, 1997 by lemonfire, all rights reserved.

                                                                                                                               lemonfire@hotmail.com