25 January 2009 - 18:51she eats gigabytes
słoneczko, zonnetje
rayon de soleil
she’s a ray of sunshine
in many languages
no clouds have permits
to amble past
that patch of sky
rain may not pass
but to make rainbows
for her smile, her wrists
smell of mogra flowers.
running out of memory!
or is it disk space;
my darling squirrel
she eats gigabytes,
for lunch.
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