Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Clouds are Coming (These are Happy Words)
Melodies have shaken off their silence
Lost and beautiful no longer
Gone is the burn to swallow the sun
I feel at my warm, tattered fringes
And curl like mist insides
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