An array of pines;
the valley
sloping in the sun;
scents of hay
in cracked houses.
I thirst for immensity;
a swarm of songs;
a mystic peace.
Thoughts clouding the whisper
of creeks
among moist
violets.
01-12-2011
An array of pines;
the valley
sloping in the sun;
scents of hay
in cracked houses.
I thirst for immensity;
a swarm of songs;
a mystic peace.
Thoughts clouding the whisper
of creeks
among moist
violets.
01-12-2011
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