Pebble

HARLEQUIN

The portrait Clea sent returned to her because of inaccurate abode,

though Romie didn't seem to Clea so frequent mover.

Clea called and hanged up the phone.

When the portrait arrived, she finally torn it completely.

Having it now only seem like keeping dead goldfish and feeding it by caprice.

Clea hit upon drawing newly actually, and noticed she also haven't seen him recently,

who is busy with his own works in his own world, too, outside her honest impressions.

- edited from longer text in ebook, on December 8-9, 2004 H.H

I upload this and unload a poetry "Praying for the blue cross" uploaded in July 2004 here