When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Monday, December 6, 2010

Rain drops

After the fire , there were kisses
 like raindrops
       falling all over me
             until I was covered ,
 emersed in there pool
                  floating into bliss ~ again .
Posted by M'Larky at 6:39 PM

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