Anything to declare?

From the clear blue summers to the snow-coated winters,
From the northwest tip to the southeast bay,
From the train embrace to the moving van,
From your long, black hair to your uneven toes,
From old, bad endings to new, good beginnings,
From the bottom of my little green green heart,

Hereís to you dancing, twirling, hand in air,
You angry, you laughing, you down,
Unique, a pebble of beauty and life
On a beach of boredom and blandness.
You donít blush for difference
Or shy away from existing
You prevent me from preventing me.

All the world is ours.

Posted by cronopio at 12:24 AM, January 24, 2002 | Comments (0)