Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Saturday, May 03, 2008
window
spring morning- contrails compete among the walnut leaves
The walnut tree outside my window was bare two months ago. Now, the leaves are so thick that you can barely see the sky.
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