Apr 07, 2011 17:41
sun laps at us; we drown
trailing lazy hands over flick'ring grass
to look up is to go blind
damascene, silent
blossom teems and falls on us
these trees we have no words for
are collapsing on us now
hung with crystal
and crying without sound.
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Spring is here and it's bloody lovely. Just applied to the University of Iceland. Off to see Wicked
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Is intrigued, being a huge fan of parts far northern! :o)
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