Thursday, September 06, 2007
The air is sweet, like flowers.
There are millions of stars. That's a nebula, you say. That's astral dust.
You let me have the cherries from your drinks.
We zoom through the sugar cane fields.
When I close my eyes against the sun, I can see hibiscus flowers.
We swim like clumsy fishes in the ocean and steal one last kiss before catching the wave that takes us to shore.
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