Movements, Slow and swift. Two people creating life.
One visual With colorful dots What went for a walk and never returned.
Another, untouchable, Flowing in and out of archways, Mixing and enriching the air You and I breathe.
Both as sweet as honey; Even if to taste, They would be tart.
The world is made of paper, And you are the hand, Making the paper what it may be.
Crumpet the Tea · Mon Dec 20, 2010 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |