Day 103: Random Notes from my iPhone

Brown beams, have at them.

Rain, mist, or sun; day or light, at dawn, and crépuscule, I see them:

No disadvantage, smiling I blind myself, and it’s my life,

and it never will end, while I cannot forget your voice,

Not blue eyes. Be.

No more reason to hide my blue one.

Don’t forget me when I walk out of the room knowing

I always come back, and will too;

If there was the Nile, I would s…