Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, January 28, 2005
A Sea of Faces
Would you lend a cheer
For inner beauty
Precious thoughts
Striving wit
Shining before you
On a flimsy stage
So bright, will you cry,
Or look away?
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