Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wind
I never wanted to run against it...
This was how life worked.
You live until you die.
And the wind?
Always at the backs of the blessed.
But for me... none.
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I never wanted to run against it...
This was how life worked.
You live until you die.
And the wind?
Always at the backs of the blessed.
But for me... none.
About Me
- The Winter Blossomer
- Welcome to the Winter Blossomer's Canvas, painted with words and filled with sentimental trinkets from my artistic journey.
1 comments:
another one of my favorites. the prick one was kind of boring, but i love the wind poem! :]
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