in the canvas of the whites of my eye
There on the window pane
Egg white ink and lilies lay
Asleep in the day
Origami doves
Came alive at your one touch
Flew away in the night
All over my grave
Orange flowers you chose lay
Lesser petals wept.
what happened here?this indeed is very restful, even the look and the colours and the back ground image of the blog,not to mention the poem.nice.
That's a very nice poem...have you ever tried scraping dried egg off a window?
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what happened here?
this indeed is very restful, even the look and the colours and the back ground image of the blog,
not to mention the poem.
nice.
That's a very nice poem...have you ever tried scraping dried egg off a window?
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