the bamboo flute like a
tai chi breeze drifts through spring grass
softly we make love
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.