Tuesday, April 6, 2010



There are feathers as
Light as us
Beyond the somewhere in
This soul of life
They turn inside a sun crowned field
And flowers bend in sleepy joy
The colors of our hearts will strand an
Infinite aisle
- Sentimental, for gazing. 

poem copyrighted by me
photo unknown source, please tell me if you know. :)

1 comment:

kelly ann said...

what a lovely little blog... this is so beautiful!