05 February 2012

Remember this?

1 December 2011


5 February 2012



And Eccentrica Gallumbits

1 December 2011


5 February 2012

How many lizards can you see?

I will miss the summer sun.

When I was a butterfly,
I flew on wings
As soft as breath,
Whispering, "I love you."
Gripping with my fingertips
Purple lobed Wisteria,
Playing chasy with bees
In the shadow of the trees.




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