heart open running free wild, that
confining my fingers
to sport that lingers just
right above paper is close
to sinful
Alas
air's fresh
earth's breathing
drop your pen, jump in sweet flight
open
up
loosen
close
eyes
groovin
the sky will be ok without the clouds
Blue blue child, the green and purple's open
and yellow is coming to share her cupcakes
with you
Rainbow color-ed sprinkles sprawl in fluffy white
frosting
pinky cotton marshmallows
wave,
hello
1 comment:
i noticed you link to paulo boelho's blog. i am just starting to read the alchmamist after extreme prodding of a friend. .
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