Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Far, Far Away
She sat cross-legged
on the moon
waiting for answers
Moon stayed silent
ladled stars
into galaxies
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