Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Warm

Open, open the door of sky
the sun waits outside

Welcome, welcome, come in
I've walked everywhere

Like the sand's memory
of waves are words

Pilgrims stuttering, saunter in
like blessings upon bread

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