Wednesday, April 21, 2010

and i will douse myself in spring

"fall on me...sweet drops of a sky that weeps."


When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread
with one, and a lily with the other.







To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson






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