Friday, October 9, 2009

Plant colors

When she looked at those palm trees she saw a lot. She felt a lot.
Dancing pineapples.
Redolence.
She saw things that really required other senses.
It was the parrots that truly determined the height of the euphoria.
The state of frenzy in which she now was.
Not a soul could comprehend.
Nobody would ever know.

She loved when people couldn't understand.



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