Winds of desire blow
Light of day into dreams
Caress whispers flowing
To a lapse in reality
Lay bare beside hands
That cradles the pen
For songs push sailors
To the edge of the map
Follow no drumming, stump
Freedom for secular fancy
There stands a survivor
Still struggling to survive
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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Again the twists of each line are intriguing to me. They hide meaning I think.
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