Sunday, January 31, 2010

Wither

Sun, then moon leave me.
Lacking both vision and dream,
I wither, unbranched.
Posted by at 11:18 AM
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2 comments:

Riddhiculuos said...

this is very very deep. i like it a lot. few words have immense power..

2/01/2010 2:49 AM
Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks... I agree.

2/08/2010 6:22 PM

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