no flaws June 19, 2009 a poet's playground, alternate avenues sat on the roof looked upon the lawn grass not as green as the weeds flowers that had dropped from the trees no flaws at all Share Tweet
a breath away on the road in the direction of positive reflection the mind freed of unnecessary pondering the answer to why no longer claiming time the breeze at one’s back the sun on one’s face nothing replaces the peacefulness of coming to terms with