Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Is perfection a myth?
T here is only a word that can describe my sky today... glorious and the sun, so brilliant, so luminous, shinning so bright in a cold canvass, but this Autumn sun will soon bring forth its own motherly,nurturing warmth, inspiring every seed to reach out, to break through that it may listen to silence beckoning and be transformed, and life then will team around me, around you will it all then seem perfect?... That sun shines so loudly... it calls out the hermit from his darkness, the maudlin soul...
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