rambling through life
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Broken
Shattered
Blown
All the beauty is gone
And I don't even tell myself my secrets
But it smells like summer
And the mountains
They may remind me
- But still the earth
is humming my hope
and somehow it's easier to breathe
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