serenade

Friday, July 06, 2007

whitewashed my landscape
nothing left
not even the faintest streak of blue

there's no more sky
no more clouds
no more shapes
no more half-forms

just whitewash;
clean as a slate

:)

un moment Ã se rappeler
. a moment to remember.

"What's in a name?
That which we call
a rose
By any other word
would smell as sweet."
-Romeo and Juliet

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