Thursday, September 06, 2007

Flute, I don’t know name but for you  my   dearest,  yes it is  belongs to you my dearest, straps morning like my million blood cells, blotches  my kisses,  weaves  millions words of my soul and pricks  cypress pine each closings, daffodils glances,  beneath wavering sky I am flying to your arms my beloved – good morning  my dearest beloved Giga.   10:21am 6/09/07 10:23:47 AM