Guest guest Posted March 26, 2009 Report Share Posted March 26, 2009 The tawny tones of dirt, the pale hues of pulverized rock, the gray and black of pebbles, the golden shades of sand, what marvelous rug to walk on, with the sun so bright, and the breeze so cool. It gave me the grounded feeling of being at home. And as if that were not enough, my favorite musicians were playing a symphony in chlorophyll . What mastery vegetation has to squeeze every note out of green! This made me feel like a child gazing into his mother's eyes. But then I looked up, and saw the cloud flecked blue, and I had the intuition I was free, buoyant, but unable to fly like a bird in a cage must feel looking at the sky. Yes, I left headquarters early, and crossed no man's land. I peered into the enemy's trenches, and brought back this report: " The jasmines are preparing an assault! Their army green blouses are crisscrossed with buds. " The General read my report and looked at me with a sad smile. " No one can know this, and live. " He turned to his adjutant, and softly said, " Prepare the firing squad. " http://cerosoul.wordpress.com http://awakefiction.wordpress.com Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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