Dovina1 May 2005

I am not getting how the printing of poetry mocks mother nature here in the aspens. And how do we shout weaknesses that are previously unparalleled (unshouted or unfelt)?

Incomplete sentence: "As honey and dew drips quietly from silent tongues."

Aspen leaves are yellow in the fall, so how do leaves of every color litter the ground?

But like Mulberry says, the next lines are good.

Sorry, I'm picky today.