Cynicisms, existentialisms, witticisms, politicisms, and other "-isms" I just made up, all soaked in Grade A Canadian Maple syrup. Buckle Up.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
The new spring love
I love because sunset is like warm autumn fury, the clouds like sticky sweet cherubs; and if I close my eyes , the wind, like a new lover, whispers me into a newborn child, amazed at the colors and laughing at the birds.