10.05.2009

I am Moved

it reads:
Though this mind of mine is often
To wander as stones the rivers soften
Beneath many skies of gray and blue
It returns, in faith, to only you.

1 comment:

  1. Shade and sun too softly soak
    The skin of this white oak.
    Leaning gainst its limbs a girl
    Limpid and unfurled.

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