Sunday, March 23, 2014


Perhaps the world looks bluer from blue eyes, in the same way that it is easier to spot birds when trees are not yet green and fully leafed and their yellow budded branches Shh the breeze.

Maybe sun-tipped blossoms carried on the backs of birds pink winter grasses at dawn. A rose halo mist circles my lips as I watch fish kiss the surface of ponds from underneath.

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