sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Monday, June 05, 2006
Americus Spring (2004)
When I left town
The air tasted of frost
I have returned to
daffodils and narcissuses
Only three days have passed
Even Mother Nature
Can change as quickly
As the heart’s tide
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