Like one who, recovering from sickness, feels
His fever returning with each new ache
I stop to stare at each new flower, imagining
The Spring is a symptom of you.
- Hu Ming-Xiang
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.
1 comment:
love the last line!
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