Friday, August 19, 2011

Unfolding


How did it happen that their lips came together? 
How does it happen that birds sing, 
that snow melts, 
that the rose unfolds, 
that the dawn whitens 
behind the stark shapes of trees 
on the quivering summit of the hill? 
A kiss, and all was said. -Victor Hugo 

Happy Friday!


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