Guest guest Posted September 23, 2005 Report Share Posted September 23, 2005 Fullmoon hightideSunriseheavy traffic bus ride Waiting for Aurora B Passing confidenceLast bird in treeThis is Season of the RootWhen sunbeams lightthe cellophane sky Here comes dewslipping throughAnd last horizons blue just so subtle it can beOh sugar in my tea,Salt into seaWhere these grains disappear?Nobody's hereOf conceptual and illusionalThis final is not personal Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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