I breathed the smell of an electric flower
And the smell of the sweetest rain;
I heard the thread of the lightest music,
Then it dried up all my pain;
And I have seen the way you looked at me
Across that blessed air-
Twas dappled with infinite stillness,
And infiniter care.
I feel like writing a poem, so here is one!?
It's a poem alright.
Keep writing... you'll get better.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
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