dreams dip
in soft waters...
I hope you can stand up to her
Like I always wanted to...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
last monday I read a story about a girl running...
and all night I worried about you taking off...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...
I'm not sure
what kind of man...
you
speak of...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
War!
War...
Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...