Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Morning Blush. .
The sky blushes, with mourning
apologies, for her predestined course,
running tethered to the siren's calls;
leashing free will to a locked song,
she cries, under the measured weight.
April 21, 2010 at 5:02 AM
What song was wafting through you head?
April 21, 2010 at 8:51 AM
A classical guitar concert.
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