everlasting joy!
my gaze sees a peacful infinitum
in the trees elation,
they
dance sound
in the trees elation,
they
dance sound
posted by The Lost Crow at 10:11 AM
a poem is a city where God rides naked through the streets like Lady Godiva,
posted by The Lost Crow at 10:11 AM
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Poems are like sunsets, they last for a long time and then they're gone forever.
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