Friday, July 10, 2009


Weak roots,
Hair leaves,

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Monday, July 6, 2009

An Ode

We sat in the evenings, relishing tea,
Did I read you or did you read me?

And then,
On the mountains I flew,
Amidst the clouds I grew,
In the valleys I slept,
By the rivers I wept.

In beautiful kingdoms I stayed,
With unicorns, dinosaurs and goblins I played,
Oh! What treasures and riches did I see?
You created an unimaginable world for me.

Lost I was in your words,
As the king drew out their swords,
You saw me wonder, you saw me gape,
Not an emotion did you escape.

I slept with your dreams in my eyes,
As unfinished conquest of where the truth lies,
And I woke up with you in my hand,
And where will you take me, oh book, today,
In which land?