Friday, January 14, 2011

Tea time poem

sweet afternoon.
lazy in my living room.
laying around to just lay around
to hear the sound of where i stay
pass the way where i sleep and dream
dream about when i saw you
saw you in the garden, the garden where you saw through me.
through the thickets and thorns i put around me.
no one can see, only you.

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