Dear ...
like a flower bud, which keeps the high
shoot-bud also do not love overcast
sea canoodle sodden soul who
in a wind serenade crosswind
Dear ...
coral-reef patience growing hole in the heart
disappear inquietude the doubter
injured when one desires inter tinge
from dark gray stories ago
Like Flowers
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
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