July 31, 2012
July 02, 2012
Letter to...
For the sky,
I am silence in your arms,
When I stopped, I heard the wind whisper to the leaves
So the wind is warmly and lovingly indulgent to the leaf
he swayed in tune with the excitement of the wind,
sometimes she died but it was the best.
Could it be that the wind will always be so to the leaf?
warm regards,
I am the branch leaves
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