March 14, 2006
Rustling of trees,
Swaying to rhythmic winds,
Trance is the motion.
Swaying to rhythmic winds,
Trance is the motion.
A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.
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Tossing and Turning
All throughout a restless night.
Now I want to sleep.
Monday aftermath
I've got the bowling ball woes
Tuesday reflection
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