| time_walking | ||
| monadh |
i hear the rustle of leaves in the wind the swallow flutters from the eaves a walking time is moving on shifting from zero to one and back again in a cycle of constancy that weighs on all our moments seem endless but fading and what have we still to dream in the starlight of our making |
011126 |
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| nom |
i shared this with my mom one time one day i'm not sure why i picked this one it's one of the only things i've written that i've let her read |
060122 |
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| nom |
there were a couple others as well she liked this one the most she said |
060122 |