Talking to the moon
Monday, January 2, 2012
river of stones - Jan 2 2012
the wind conducts an orchestra
of rustling leaves and bird song
while at the end of the street
a child tries desperately
to make his crying sound sincere
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alfred booth
January 2, 2012 at 10:10 PM
Music is indeed found everywhere. Even in a child's crocodile tears.
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Music is indeed found everywhere. Even in a child's crocodile tears.
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