Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Remember
The nightingale
You eager seek
Lives in the breeze
Of the open wild
Not in the feeble
Cage of your
Calcified imagination.
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