intently on the mind
poems and notes on poetry
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Roel
So, this is how
the morning light explodes:
there is no color
like that light
when it glances
on your forearm
as you wake.
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Reanaclaire
February 15, 2011 at 3:47 AM
hello..coming by for the first time.. have a nice day...
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黃愛玲
February 20, 2011 at 9:58 PM
I like. =o)
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hello..coming by for the first time.. have a nice day...
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