Thursday, August 30, 2007

Grasshoppers and an Opal Rose

Green dreams
rest in a garden
where grasshoppers
are as common
as blades of grass.

Opal roses grow
with emerald stems
sparkling in the daylight
as the sun coats my skin
with a warm silk covering.

These red lips
cant help but to
compulsively release stories
on the exhaling Z’s
stirring a still breeze.

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