Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
what are you really?
you are unreachable, something i still don't understand.
you are antique, but so new.
the rain makes you so grey
but the moisture darkens your brilliance.
landscapes so different from home,
speckled with peach puffed trees.
in the morning in the cobblestone
underneath my feet.