Catch My Thought
"I used to want buyers for my words. Now I wish someone would buy me away from words." [Rumi]
2005/08/08
Cold
A summer wind
Is blowing cold -
Something is wrong.
Your trace is gone
The sand is smooth -
You're out of reach.
Something to tell -
I do not know
I just can not.
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