Question
no more dear
about my new abode,
the brooks,the mountains,
or the golden road,
for
I am far now,
farther than what
the eyes behold,
beyond the horizon
where the sun dips.
I can reply
no more dear-
the moss
has reached my lips.

02/04/2002

Posted on 02/04/2002
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