Saturday, September 09, 2006

As summer flies by
on fast blurry wings, I feel
frustration-longing.

So I touch- I smell..
I try to absorb all things-
Shadows of beauty.

Wood Song


# posted by Ivars: 10:24 PM ikrafts@msn.com
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