Friday, March 23, 2007

Act Like Never Had Love

"Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there "
(Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust)

1 comment:

Chantal said...

Thanks for writing this.