Monday, February 11, 2013
Those purple wings against that very turquoise sky...
A sampling of what's in store for you...
I still remember the way your perfume smelled
You jumped up and down
The muddy water in the puddle
Some mud even landed on my chin
Your hair bounced
And froze in the summer wind
All around your face
The air always smelled like
When we jumped
And skipped around
In those muddy puddles
Your eyes would twinkle
They would twinkle and inside them
I could see myself
My best friend
(v.) Icelandic word which translates in English to the exact phrase “jumping into puddles.”
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