To move with total abandon, not to think,
No more secrets not even from one self.
To be as light as the wind,
To be like the soaring imaginations---
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
When Mr love once knocked on these doors I opened them with creaking hesitancy To eyes full of wrinkles and skin in shackles You’ve come a generation late I said In bespectacled smile of my toothless sing song Tidy up your hair he said...