a ticking clock.
your hands were made for fixing.
my mouth was made for speaking
with eyes made for watching.
Monday, March 30, 2009
March 30th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:43 PM
Labels: angels, life, photography, poem, relationships
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You have a lovely blog :) Love the poetry!
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