Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Because
The tomb is empty
I don't need to be bearing
The hollow of broken yesterdays
My anti-wings on aching shoulders
Can silent slip and roll away.
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