Winterscore ©
Friday, June 17, 2011
Here I am an iota
Here I am an iota
Searching for utopia
Yet I am losing sleep
Lost on dreams I cannot keep
Again the common clover
When it’s all said and over
One day I’ll not awake
Even if the bough should break
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