Childrhyme
Follow the moon
over sleep strewn paths
time's bright scythe
in a pane of black
reaping dreams
till stars are gone
and rust red sun
corrodes the dawn
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Beautiful words from singing moon.
over sleep strewn paths
time's bright scythe
in a pane of black
reaping dreams
till stars are gone
and rust red sun
corrodes the dawn
----
Beautiful words from singing moon.
posted by 100hands at Friday, February 24, 2006
2 Comments:
:)
I just read that earlier this afternoon :D
Such clear images.
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