Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Green Memories Yellow leaves spiralling down from age-old trees
With the touch of every breeze
A dazzle of yellow and green
Serene
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