A Poem for Your Thoughts
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I dreamt that I was living on the edge of a cliff in a..
A glass box on a steep drop
With an ocean flowing down
No sound or sleep box
nothing all around
Air, sand and salt sea
Bareness on the rise
Clearness in the eyes be
Like fare judging skies
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