poems written on the fly

a dream that dreams of some day being real

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 5 May 2010 at 2:43 pm

standing outside
in the rain

throwing stones
against your window

waiting for you
to open the door

(D. James)

  1. Just don’t break my window.

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