And always
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Antique Wooden Ironing
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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