Too many great stories,
Too many epics . . .
Lov's found in little things:
Parting Kisses
Cell-phone rings
So sing me a song,
let in linger . . .
with us and our stars,
soothing all
the passing cars
They're off to a Future!
when they arrive,
where they've never been,
they'll start looking
for here again
So sing us a song
let it linger . . .
with us, softly, forever,
beside the road
here together |
Submission Name: Lying here beside the road
