Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
No. 6
Rain drops keep falling on my head. Rain in summer. The smell of air after the rain. Warm rain. Sometimes rain which is just a rain. Nothing else.
And rain outside when I am inside, with a cup of tea, under the fluffy blanket...
7 comments:
leń! xP
Aps, czekam na deszcze po prostu:)
Jak taki mądry jesteś to zrób mi zdjęcie deszczu:)
use the Google :P
zmienione:) i to moje własnoręczne:)
>pachi-pachi< :>
;P a jak tam krzaki trojga nicków chłopcze:) ?
chyba średnio, już jedną preparację do tyłu jestem
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