Growing close. That single day. The day of change. The living day.
I wake up.
Age tips over.
I am now grown.
The child is gone.
Give me trust. Responsibility. All because I'm
One
Day
Older.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Sijo I: This Was Meant for June
at 5:10 AM
Flavors: Chocolate Chip Childhood, Red Velvet Poetry
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