today was the day
golden warmth whispered through the grey city
and vibrancy walked the streets
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
blossomed
cherry blossoms drop their petals on my doorstep
the street lined with spring snow
i want to cut my hair
i remember the smell of yours
the locks washed only with water
the smell of bark lingers on the lungs
i pull the gray hairs out but they keep coming back
i brush all the locks out and say every week i am going to the hairdresser
but cannot and drop a cherry
the street lined with spring snow
i want to cut my hair
i remember the smell of yours
the locks washed only with water
the smell of bark lingers on the lungs
i pull the gray hairs out but they keep coming back
i brush all the locks out and say every week i am going to the hairdresser
but cannot and drop a cherry
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