9.04.2012

Tumult

it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
Now laying upon cloth upon the sand
In this day, cool, clouds parting we drove out
With stillness and breath on broken stones
I feel our world pace the tractless deep.

3 comments:

  1. Just checking back for any new posts you may have written.
    I’ve been a follower on your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.

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  2. "Broken stones" like bits of sand?

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