Since we are all broken-spirited travellers on this lonely planet, what need is there to have known each other before we meet?
My dear, can you tell me why purslane supreme yellow is in fullest bloom as the sun in fullest swing? My dear, if you care to cast a glance, your heart, like a tightly-closed bud, will start to unfurl like vibrant purslane in passionate sunshine.
Updated 08-26-2010 at 03:15 AM by angliholic
When very small, I wondered why you carried a tower on your back wherever you travelled. Getting older, I knew it was your borrowed house in a sandy beach beside the ocean expanse. Now it dawns on me we are nothing but migrating birds without a home taking a seasonal journey.
Updated 08-25-2010 at 12:28 AM by angliholic
It’s drizzling again, and I'm thinking of you. Your shoulder-length silky hair, blowing in the air, conjures up an autumn of falling leaves. Romantic raindrops kiss you gently on the dewy eyes, rolling down the rosy cheeks like pearls. Poetic rain accompanies us all the way home; stepping on your misty shadow in the falling leaves I am drunk over and over again.
Updated 08-24-2010 at 10:18 PM by angliholic
A cat is shedding tears beside a dying mouse at a young age while the curtain is falling on the stage.
Some wonder in manure, a most elegant flower grows. Some snicker without a hair, a toad wears a pink rose on his head.
Updated 08-22-2010 at 09:29 PM by angliholic