Wednesday, September 14, 2005

- Today's tale -

Shortage
"Ask me questions. Don't you have any questions?" he asks
again and again.
She looks through all her pockets. The only thing she can find
are answers.

- Old tales -

Rain
Rain, like fine feathers
falls in the garden
to kiss
the thirsty
flowers


Desperation
My life is an inkless pen writing “hope“ on the boundless universe

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ask me things that you think about but you're not sure you should ask...