Guest guest Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 My fingers already move to the writing, The end of the tunnel is the morning As if thru a thin veil, gauze-like I lift my eyes And see through White linen, My joyful shroud. I am sheer ecstasy I am body I am light. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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