Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
And she smiles for me.
A punch-drunk symphony
Two worlds colliding
In thunder and lightning
And me holding a candle up
To see the stars.
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