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Thursday, July 17, 2003
 
Starlight.

The fields are filled with desires

Breathless sparks rising from the fire.
Envious fireflies hanging low in the hill.

All voices crying for freedom

I cannot decide if I feel free or frozen.
Unahppy or relieved.

I am here alone again

Half of me separated.
Half of me still missing.

All of me,
Still aching.

The grass smells sweeter and stronger than the lavender oil on my hands.

In my sweet serenity

So many fireflies tonight...

Soon.

I stand here now, and will stand again.

Hoping you will ever find me in any place...

Hoping you will be at my side.
Soon.




ColonPipe
Hyper Buddha
Gorgissum
Haiku
Knock on the >>Sky
Ebbles Miniatures