the smile engulf my being
nothing compares the scenery
mountain strong as they are mounted
the cliff waits to be hanged on
shivering down my spine
preparing to rush thru
flowers bloom where they are planted
the lake waters down the valley
I would not like to leave
I just want to caress it
What could be better than the Faucet
In a longing bucket
The drips will certainly count. . . .

Wednesday 23 February 2000 9:28 pm