My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Friday, May 28, 2010

Destination Unknown

Hot drink, and a

cool breeze.

Chills my skin,

I feel, with ease.

Birds sing, and

the leaves blow.

The day spreads out,

From here I go.

Grass is green, and

The sky is blue.

The view from here

Is vast

And true.

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