Hours of Glass
By Jane
Determined tides of orange summers lap at the years,frothy with yesterdays' moons, while feet of feathers make footprints on a cloud. Seamed leather skin tanned by time,clings taut over bones, and shrinks from the wind, to hide behind hours of glass. Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 05:41 AM PST 0 • 10
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