sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Outside the window the night is still cold
From another point of view
perhaps the truth looks different;
perhaps the hues will be warmer.
Outside the window the night is still cold.
hides the stars from me
so my thoughts don't stray to
tells me, "Find the warmth in clouds
and I'll cleanse you with morning's rain."
October 17, 2007
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