A sprig or mint by the wayward brook;
A nibble of birch in the wood;
A summer day and love and a book,
And I wouldn't be king if I could.
John Vance Cheney
~
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
reflections
I sit here
wondering what's real,
if you'll be like this
or like that,
really I'm discovering
parts of myself.
And that's what makes it
so exquisite.
I look for you, I see me.
I look for me, and I see you.
Sublime! :)
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