There was once a time...
When the smiles were real
Tears could moisten lotusses
There was once a time...
When the sunset wont stop the ship
Crescents were bright enough
Life sets and brings light
to the real and the dark
And the full moon
brings out the beast.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be intimidating and impenetrable fog! ------ Calvin
Sunday, April 23, 2006
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