densy en diario

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

the wind is/ blowing thru/ the palm trees/ it looks so /tropical it/ makes me/ wish i could/go to the /islands and/ stay there/ forever/ the cranes are/ yelling in their/trees warning/you to stay far/away/ from their nests/they are huge/they look just/like you think a/pterodactyl/ would look like/when they fly/ i always wonder/if they eat/little baby cats/for lunch/it is gray and/cloudy just like me/i love it when/it rains it is/ like i m crying/for the whole world/ not just you and me