Sunday, September 16, 2012

In the fashion of Stein



Brown streaks silver line, pipe in all but name and function.  Char rim, homeless forest.  Sunshine and columbines.  Night and flight, a pale moon over the plains.  Joy, bliss, love, kiss, sadness and pain, lost.  Marks beyond meaning, decoration, disguise, deceit. 

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