Monday, December 17, 2012


               SAVANNAH SOJOURN

I need you--
Your quiet strength
Your strong serenity
My emotions tangle
In a whirlwind
Like the autumn leaves
outside my door.
To walk your streets
Gliding under waving tendrils
of Spanish moss
Like a free spirit.
The heart of the city
As mine.
You pull me
As a magnet
With a force so strong
I wonder if I am
The only one to feel it
How can that be?
Does your magic exist
Just for me?
     --Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1982

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