September 12, 2001
Twenty four hours later
I feel inhumane
For noticing a turquoise breeze
Blow a pure white wish
Onto the back of your neck
Knowing
That the fingertips
Which hand-picked
The very same wish
Could have been
A mother's forlorn quest
To reach
Her daughter's smile
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2004 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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