sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Monday, June 05, 2006
Buffalo Grass (1997)
Waves of silent green
Flows beneath our gaze
Sounds of the Dakota breeze
Shimmers through slivers of grass
Moment sensed
Moment kept
Time and distance later
Murmurs still pass through me
Like intimate whispers
Lingering in the mind's ears
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