Friday, April 30, 2004

all the atoms in my world
pick up their luggage and
realign themselves around you,
(breathing your breath so softly)
as if they had been born to. each
flicker holds (an instant so small
so closely woven into my fibre)
infinity each smile
(i drink the cup of life) is the
gladness of my soul

happy birthday.

Mina at 8:59 AM