Saturday, February 26, 2011

Antique Wooden Ironing

And always



Clean my sorrows

in the sea of \u200b\u200byour eyes.

While they are away.

This instant

is a flight of birds.

fleeting memory.


ate the fruit ,
absolute delight.

your lips Best


Walk the garden.

fragrance is carried.

The swift breeze.


The sea reflects

glorious sunshine.

In it I look.



If you recall,
want oblivion.

that love hurts.


From the fringe

high cliff

look at the mirror

brava sea calm.

The beauty is at risk.


Such bitterness

in a drop of honey.

A kiss away


afternoon sun.
Spikes
distant gold dress.




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