the bamboo flute like a
tai chi breeze drifts through spring grass
softly we make love
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March 4, 2008 at 4:20 am |
Oh, if only I could be so eloquent with such brevity and simplicity. In honor of that, I will only say . . .
This is both beautiful and touching.
Miss D
March 4, 2008 at 5:37 am |
delectable………
March 4, 2008 at 9:07 am |
Sneaky and soft but
clear and precise too, cool, hai
koo. . . .
March 16, 2008 at 12:19 am |
Oh god. How did I miss this one last night…Okay. Now I’m done.
Ali
March 16, 2008 at 12:50 am |
haha–just scratching the surface
March 16, 2008 at 4:09 am |
Very original! I like your style.