barefoot and forgetful

January 1st, 2004 by cathy
a red dress
flowing free
in the breeze
she sighs
but the sun is bright
and she feels warm
and carefree
she runs
away from
problems and pain
away from empty hearts
and cruel looks
the city lies behind
the hills and fields ahead
she hears the wind call her name
and she looks forward
to the unknown
– 10:36 PM

Comments are closed.