Guest guest Posted April 4, 2006 Report Share Posted April 4, 2006 When I am empty, the winds caress and seas surge through me, birds nest in my hair I am One with nature and heaven is on my mind, When I am full, I am the luck of the Irish, the faster draw of the quick and the dead, the misunderstood poem where my words fall out, I am the sweetest of memories and the terror of dying before life, I shall abstain, I shall abandon myself, I am invincible, I am ecstasy. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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