"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, August 2, 2010

Poem: Peaches

He lifts, adorned by beauty, through verdant light, fragrant with peaches; settles amid a multitude of kin joined, harmless, in mutual desire. Within the hanging peach, that which awaits discovery is hidden, worm or wealth, unseen at this moment of ultimate blush.

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