I am her.
The girl who goes out to pick flowers-
and gets rained on.
But, she dances in the rain
dances until the sun comes out.
She is that girl.
who watches while I dance.
She has everything I don't,
but wants to pick flowers too.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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