Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Monday, November 16, 2009
A Late Night and My Paintbrush
The stars were crisp and shinning.
Maybe it was the winter air.
Maybe it was the merlot.
Maybe it was the paint thinner.
Maybe it was
You
.
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