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IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
They've ended now, the dances The feathered snow has left us in a trance A clamor of thoughts unheard Like footsteps, neither near nor far away May the overture begin again For a time, drawing each of us that listens To feel like falling for a time and yet as always We do not recognize a last attempt to fill an exhausted form, to know once more the ordeal of wound by hand and eye. To know the source of burning |
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