A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Lord Grant me will To turn the tide Grant me wisdom To hold the winds Grant me tears To rinse the sea Grant me eyes To hear the thunder Grant me love To cradle the waves And gently let them go.
3 comments:
eyes to here thunder?
Yeh.
An intentional mixing of senses. Seemed to be right.
oh right.. i like it.
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