Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Beyond...




There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night, there's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight, and silence that speaks so much louder than words.. of promises broken...
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Mariana Miron said...

“The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky..”

maybe....beyond the gates of obscure infinity.....

October 8, 2008 at 1:57 AM

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