A DROP OF BLOOD IN A BOWL OF MILK

Monday, September 26, 2005

Four Women.


-- Four Women --

Enveloped by the gentle savannah,

I lay silent and still, waiting.



Just waiting.
and i'm still weiting.


Gazing at whisperers,

Under the blanket of June.

But nobody knows;

Memories are empty seashells.

5 people know what's good for them.