all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Sunday, March 09, 2008

the next phase

swirls of breath
echoing
cold dirt, and
stale snow

last of winter
first of
what?

posted by aubrey at 1:51 PM

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