on the tram. where i think.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
thinking of flowers
Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself.
Nothing but white--the air, the light;
only one special bloom, I'll find,
bobbing in the gully, smallest.
That single colourful sprouting thing
would restore me. .
So I look to no fate,
for such beauty, worth the wait.
man.. when i saw that picture. it took me.. so i took it. and now i've to trouble myself in finding a wall space in my room to mount it. haha.
and all of a sudden.. i can't remember what else i wanted to write about. next time.
t