Saturday, February 14, 2009

A soft Sea washed around the Island/A Sea of Winter Air/And evergreen branch and fell the magic Tits/That sailed without a care

plant: For Helmsman was the Bee
person: For Captain was the Butterfly

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

maybe christ once stood on the beach... but so did mary!

Unknown said...

o, boze, zar si pozvao mene?
tvoje usne moje rekose ime
svoje sise sada ostavljam zalu
odsad biljke ja cu uzgajati

Anonymous said...

krasne li poezije!!! odmah mi je toplije oko srca... (mrjn)

Thumbelina said...

Moooreeee i tits i plant !! :)))