July 22, 2010
© Sara Norris Photography
WHAT HEARTS DO DRY
 

I lived in a land where all was there
Nothing deficient and plenty to spare
 
Like the moon awakes as the sun departs
Perfection is fleeting & love, a lost art
 
The leaves on the trees, now less than before
The question I pose, need I hold more?

© Sara Norris Photography

WHAT HEARTS DO DRY

 

I lived in a land where all was there

Nothing deficient and plenty to spare

 

Like the moon awakes as the sun departs

Perfection is fleeting & love, a lost art

 

The leaves on the trees, now less than before

The question I pose, need I hold more?