August 1999August draws to an end and with it the summer. I allways get a bit sentimental around this time, and wonder - what will be next summer - and did I do enough with the one ending now. This year I know I did *smile* My writing however has been a bit scattered, but I liked writing these.
I dare dream We can walk
I dare believe I will not loose
I dare hope You will reach
I dare trust Hand in hand
I dare love
My inner core reaches
Fourthousand miles to bridge
Head spinning
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