Friday, September 2, 2005Goodbye WorldMorning tore from the sky The sunrise sweeping the horizon Gold from Midas’s touch Threading silhouettes of a city Where buildings once stood Beside genealogy trees Swallowed by the hungry sea No Mediterranean summer here No vessels sailing on tranquility Where dreamers pick harps And string... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 10:03 AM Comments (5) (permalink) |
