Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry
The moon put her white hands on my shoulders, looked into my face, and without a word sent me into the night.
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