Scent of the greasy granite
hanging strong
on the gentle zephyr
an image of divinity
Banks of cold
water swirling yet
a sense of warmth
a river a friend
I stay on the steps
looking at the beings
utopian yet real
glad there I am.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Vermilion dreams
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