Sunday, November 20, 2005

the woman at the well

the willow whispered its secrets to the rose bush
"it is not that i do not wish to be pure
i like the sky, but i have eaten dirt all
of my life; what will Heaven have of me?"

1 Comments:

Blogger Bardejov said...

Genius!
You tell it like it is...

9:40 PM  

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