Monday, September 21, 2009
"A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof." ~ Rene Char
The wind may spin its rhymes by whistling through the branches or blowing through the darkness of night The trees may sing in liberating verse as they glisten against a morning sky The birds may swoon in lyrics sweet and sing the notes of leaving or enchant us with their passion The air, crisp...
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