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

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Springgggggg

I am bursting with each bud , ready to blossom.
I feel sunny and green, so very new and green right now.
And all I want to do is sing  . . .

Lark
Posted by M'Larky at 6:49 PM

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