24 Temmuz 2007 Salı


There is a beauty in the color brown

Which brings to mind the muted light of caring.

Earth tones: roots, ground leafmeal, seeds, and soil;

Nuts and bark, broad rivers thick with toil;

Tree trunks in a clearing, nothing wearing,

Yet holding high their single woven crown.

For me brown brings to mind your caring eyes,

Innocent and gentle as a doe's.

Vested in your love, my own love grows;

Each thought, each hope, each breath within you lies.


By M. Dimitri Shostakovich.

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