Tufts of soft cotton suspended in a tranquil sea.
Now the dead, but eternally standing men of nature,
Craft dancing shadows upon my view.
Finally a balance, and so is sky's beauty.
A distraction presented, but personal will drives me to truly see.
Nature's metallic acoustics reach me now.
My mind drifts in a dream's lake.
At peace.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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