mandag den 30. januar 2012

Tainted dreams and shaded scenes

Take me back to the humble staccato pulse of my wandering soul 
To the genesis of all my hopes, my dreams, my stuttering crawl 

To where the sun shines bright and the tide roars in and kisses my sand-stained feet 
To the dusty , wispy spirals of smoke  down life everlasting, a one way street. 








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