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Wisp
Thursday, December 25, 2008
“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”
- Vincent Van Gogh
Red felt tip pen on drawing paper.
To Forgetting
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Flowers are pretty on a vase.
Tortoise shell balls resting on the mantle looks shiny.
Crystals on the chandelier reflects rainbows
but each one will succumb to forgetting beauty
when dust settles thick.
June 22nd, 2005.
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