"I don't experience where I am going but I am on my way." --- Carl Sandburg
--- to Rosetoday as you playthe flute you've carvedfrom oak's barkin the lowest tone,you resonatethe dormant vacuumsin the basementof my old hanging web;tugging ever so softly as conquer tugs at dew's descent,you give methe mere wordsyour eyes veil from me,as you flow across the housei build in my dreamsevery so night;as i draw my fingers outto reach your stillness,you change state a river beforemy restive eyes,and into the meanders of a wood,hidden behind sunshineand grass' pains,cease...© 2007 arko bose
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