Jul 4, 2011

Fireworks





　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　- Fireworks are not the flowers to see alone.


Neither those beautiful flowers in the festive sky nor the glittering shooting stars across the milky way can compare to the night with you. I miss you. Wish you were here, just one more night.







　　　　　　　　　　　　
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2 comments:

  1. You'll like this poem.


    A White City


    My thoughts turn south
    a white city
    we will wake in one another's arms.
    I wake
    and hear the steampipe knock
    like a metal heart
    and find it has snowed.

    -James Schuyler

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  2. I'm tired now, and this poem makes a sweet soporific with its transparent sensuality.

    You know what, Charlie? I'm really glad to find
    a romantic spice in you.

    Thanks for the beautiful poem.

    I really love it, you already know me.

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