It is the spirit of cars that gives them liveliness in the morning. It is the spirit of faucets that sends forth water to bless our hands. It is the spirit of thoughts that makes them land and settle in the branches of our lives. It is the spirit of a book that shakes the branches like a breeze. |
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Poem: "Spirit"
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