Only Return of Thought
Winter'd hands sparked her sunset, seen through aged eyes. "What world's? What shores of what worlds?" Winter'd hands, the signature of yore groom gnarled notions of yester-year's youth. Won't we ever reach dawn? Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 09:49 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Winter'd hands sparked her sunset,..."