Monday, July 05, 2004

the wind whispers, "no, this will be the last."

After all the jacks are in their boxes ,
And the clowns have all gone to bed,
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
Footprints dress in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
Somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind cries Mary.

[audiophile : wind cries mary/ jamie cullum]

how bittersweetly sad is the imagery.

i want to be windstruck soon. jeon ji-hyun is simply delectable.


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