March 10, 2005

Very Simply

Why the day is beautiful

The sun is up,
the sky is blue,
the breeze dances;
I think of you.

Why I’m warm on a cold day

The sky is grey,
the cold winds churn;
I dream of you
and then I burn.

How I stay happy

Lots of coffee,
lots of candy;
lying in bed,
you beside me.


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