Foot steps like gentle coils,
Traces of rabbit toe,
Adobes of cane heaps,
Grounds of scattered wild,
Nectar from haven hue,
Such should be our existence,
Thirsty for innate exaltation.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
SOUL OF INNATE EXISTENCE
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