Tomato, Tomaato

does it really matter?

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Published by ms.parker on Saturday, August 13, 2011





"Blow wind, to where my loved one is;
Touch him and come touch me soon,
I'll feel his gentle touch through you;
And meet his beauty in the moon.
These things are much for one who loves;
A person can live by them alone,
That he and I breathe the same air;
And that the earth we walk upon is one."







2 sweet comments:

Nabeel said... @ Saturday, August 13, 2011

Lovely! :)

Anonymous said... @ Sunday, August 14, 2011

:)

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