Blue smoke and silent winds.
Clouded sight and early morning.
Whomever believes We need eyes to see,
Never ceases To astonish me.
Fixed ranks and distinct rythms.
Shattered dreams and wasted mourning.
Friday, June 27, 2008
5AM Poetry - can't promise it'll be good.
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2 comments:
Very nice.
Really? Cool, thanks Eve!
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