Saturday, December 02, 2000




A poem by me: "Dawn"



The early morning sun,
The dawn, the beginning,
Is streaming in, on my bed.
Warm fingers caressing me...
Welcoming me to this new day




Here I am...a broken wing...with my mind I see...with my heart I sing...my spirit is trapped inside of me...wanting to be free...saddness is a killer...what will become of me...

Tacky tacky tacky. Unless everyone doesn't think so....

Sometimes I feel...empty...