10.24.2009

:: Poem ::

If the window to your soul is really open, deep and wide,
then you won't mind Me looking in, you'll let Me seek and find
You'll let me probe around a while,
You'll give me room to breath;
You'll let me settle in somewhere
you'll let me come and live

I only take what you will give.
I only come when you're open;
I only destroy so that I can rebuild.
I can only fix what is broken.





copyright 2009 Kara Tindor

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