Looking at the sky makes me want to cry coz do I ever try to fly high enough to reach You?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Piecing together the pleasant past


Pleasures, oceans, leaves, flowers,
Green, woody, shady, home.
Secrets, solitude, silence, serene.
Alone but not lonely. Pleasure. Poems.

Kites.
Cartoons. Hope. Normal. Normal. Normal.

A piece of my past. Pleasant. Perfumed.

(Sometimes pieces is all you need. Grammar is so frustrating, no?)

All pics are googled.

















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