Friday, May 15, 2009

iglu me

it may be on a rugby field, on the sand of a river bank, on a bed of coriander. and i can now see foggy gardens in the fall, with the earth smell and a thousand of flowers falling like rain from the sky. there is also stone wet paths to cross together and little romantic tunels in this garden, and places to eat berries and drink from flowers at sunrise. days of distance run like squarils

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