It is the flower
Hiding against the rage of days
Afloat upon the water's cold
That tight into itself is curled
Keeping safe inside the dream
When at last its petals show
And the light is ushered in
Only then do people know
That there's people to be seen.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
How do I lose myself?
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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