Friday, January 6, 2012

Thinking like snow

infinities written on trees
speak without awareness
brush lightly over the day
from the milky sky universe

Soon the circle of the moon will open
to raise the height of splendor
as love sits gently on the hard ground

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3 comments:

The Dreamer said...

Happy new year <3 What a lovely post

fatally born said...

mm~

erin said...

again. you surprise me.

xo
erin