Dita Parker

Saturday, July 11, 2009


A day in the life
A moment in time
A sea inside
A cradle of sand

Upon that shore
In that water
I try not to wade
You invite me to stand

They are only numbers
It is merely a date
Stay on dry land
Love your fate

Organza for armor
See-through skin
That's how you breathe out
And the light gets in.

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