Saturday, May 14, 2011

The way it goes...

Saw a flower whose ivory-grey petals looked like they were made of tempests. On closer inspection, they were simply muddied.

There isn't disappointment that some things only exists in the imagination. There is marvel that imagination exists at all.

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Day 93 of 108

 A hibiscus near a teacup, An orchid by a glass of wine, A park bench in twilight, Our Mondays soaked in brine. 

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