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2/05/2007

essay: #072: sweet miles

summer sketches

Sometimes, things touch you.
Move you, beyond power of words.
Children in the fading light, of a sunset.
To the warm nectar, of Miles.
So warm, so wrap me in the sun.
So Sketches of Spain...

To friends, who will be missed.
And the warmth of their arms,around me.
In this ever-changing world, we adore...

sketch

Sketches of summer global warming.
Adios, and sayonara...