Sunday, July 21, 2013

You must be... dreaming...

Knowing nothing
Yet like a lithograph
One picture
A bit blurry
Once you had carried
To the eastern shore...
One day of a morn
Whence it heavily poured...

Perhaps
That
Might be causing dreams
In you,
Amidst green
As you
Wandering
One time
In your lands find...

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