an impression left |
boundless woodscycles of death wake hunter's call into wildernessgentle motions of breath curve in flames in an intricate animal soft pace echoes rainstorms' wild beat through
hunter's...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:00:00 GMT |
it wasn't raining in august |
memories burst inward...gasping the lost air outcry the silence folded neatly .. delicately..coming back ... invade...throughoutdripping bitternessthirst
Posted by on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 16:58:00 GMT |
