Between moon and sun we sway
Seen from above, a coursing mist
Sand over sand, white over dark
A breath at the end of the day
The Wind at Cedars
Between moon and sun we sway
Seen from above, a coursing mist
Sand over sand, white over dark
A breath at the end of the day
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Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
Serial Outlet 