Monday, November 23, 2009

tofitian











sand
rocks
tales
talks
swaying trees
breaking surf
white
wind
storm
logs
washed up
washed out
you could cut through the sheets of rain
you could be soaked in only a few minutes
tall grass
the road, at last
snow in the pass
on the way there
on the way home
we roam
together



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