Sunday, August 06, 2006
Like the tide he flows
with the moon
Like nature, I adapt
accepting his changes
Angry he came, and
with an embrace I welcomed his thunder
Perhaps a storm will bring peace that I long for,
bees that hum at a flower,
A duet of butterflies that flutter,
A sighting of love in its spectrum of color
with the moon
Like nature, I adapt
accepting his changes
Angry he came, and
with an embrace I welcomed his thunder
Perhaps a storm will bring peace that I long for,
bees that hum at a flower,
A duet of butterflies that flutter,
A sighting of love in its spectrum of color
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ihenhmmmm... u know what they say, "all sun makes the desert".. its hard at first, try to figure it out ;p
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