Guest guest Posted January 18, 2006 Report Share Posted January 18, 2006 Once again white covers, ice-cold and howling Across morning's horizon, in the state of I Am, My living window, and yet I feel a harmony-- Distances carried when the hollow flute of my Soul played a song in the echoes of the Queen's Chamber where I slumbered along the river Nile, I remember my flight-angry murderous high priests Last betrayal-death, shrouded in my victory, And how I have lived to see this day...once again... Only love, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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