Monday, February 14, 2011

Kahlil Gibran on Love

Do you think there is some place we can go where we can be ourselves at least part of the time?

I like hiding things, all kinds of things, all kinds of places. Would I want to be myself? Can you find the hidden music?

Plug me in, beautiful, hear my unsaid words, read my mind, and share a meal with me, when you break bread, you... you what?

I don't think you can hear the music that I do, but I want to believe that it is in your heart.

I wonder what you get for 1000 origami flowers. There are always flowers for you here.


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