| Current mood: | contemplative |
| Current music: | I Stand Alone - Godsmack |
Random nuggets...?!
Burial
Cool, the earth presses down An embrace of trees stands around Wing no more over sunlit sky, Gentle lie, oh Dream, mine.
The most poignant four lines I've read in a long time. Random browsing does have it's benefits. The poet blogs here. I don't know her, just these lines...
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