The sea is a garden
Poetry. Works in progress.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
It begins stone up a hill and ends Icarus
"if you could come to me
if you could take away my mind
if you could fill me up
like an empty cup
that would be fine..."
I flew last night
dreaming
of freedom and the wind
as friend
accomplice
and the funny part
the real majesty
is
the grace i find
falling
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