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-------------------------------------------Mood: Thinking...
'chartreuse'
i guess you'd tell me of sunflowers
if you ever caught one behind your ear:
a lone empress finding a kindred home.
to speak of soil and roots and rain
drenching fingers and flames: to sing
each pungent note and remember.
here, where life is simply spent,
i hoard herbs in my winter pantry:
basil for warmth, rosemary for company.
02/06/08
...Created 2008-06-01 22:05:21 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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