Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Sweet paradise
Take these dreams
Humble servant am I
If I can but fly
I would die
Till all the streams
Are frozen in the ice
Of my loss.
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