Sunday, September 23, 2007

"The sky was gorgeous, so were you..."

Sometimes New York weather is crappy, but more often than not I walk around and look up at the sky and thank god that I'm here. With always this first line reverberating in my head:

The sky was gorgeous, so were you

I've been unable to come up with the rest of the poem. But there's a beautiful love poem just waiting to come out from that first line.

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