Thursday, October 26, 2006
seasons gone and passing
when autumn air carries grey memories adrift on azure streams still flowing swift and the coldness lays down, rises, and lays down again I hold my breath, to not taste the fog. when heaven moans, cries and grieves with teardrops that fall upon rest'd leaves and the quiet staccato echoes across the still air I turn my ears, hoping to catch the hidden harmony when twilight drapes its darkened veil across fading light's scattered trail and the world around me blurs under a distant stare I close my eyes, to remember those times long since passed. |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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