Friday 21 December 2007

life is strange

Strange.,

Sometimes I fell light and careless,
Sometimes -
I fell the slightest breeze on my skin.
I hear a feather landing on water.
I see a crying bee.
I taste you..,


You taste like Christmas tea,
like Cinnamon and Ginger,
like Candyfloss,
like Cold water and sugar.


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