I can't stop the pen from dancing when it recognizes the tune of my heart.

The sun kisses my cheeks and the moon whispers to me the philosophies of the stars, the inquiries of mockingbirds, and the bedtime stories of the katydids...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

In the Park

Swings of merriment,
See-saw of tribulation,
Sandbox of laughter,
Fort of hidden secrets,
Monkey bars of questions,
Slides of answers...
Where do we venture when we play?

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