Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Speed
She's so fragile, and I have clumsy baggage.
Her fingertips ran down my spine and I simply never stopped running.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment