Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Jerusalem under a setting sun
Troubles melt like springtime
Bathed in the new and old
I let the sand pile up in my room.
Tread the streets in sandaled feet
Smile at everyone you never meet
Buy bread under a tent
My house is made up of bones
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