somberlain

Jul 01, 2003 12:56

I flew over crystal ground
My existence, numb
Over orchards of grievance,
sorrow and tears
This beautiful silence
calls me now
Black fog devours me but I can see it all
The monument of my past,
this land of seven horizons before my eyes
I reach the land of spiritual rest

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pretty pretty jon. lavlovbunny July 1 2003, 01:01:55 UTC
thats pretty. i'm not sure if it is supposed to be but it is.

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