Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Story of a River
A river cannot be spoken to
It will never agree with you.
A river is not a lover
It will never give in to your charms
A river is much like sand
It will slide through your palm
Like a winged bird
A river must be serenaded
A river must be heard.
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