Winterscore ©
Friday, October 19, 2012
The flags are waving like
The flags are waving like
Candles that won’t blow out
And in the afternoon
The moon still hangs about
Near the edge of vastness
An emptiness, a blip
I’m poised for adventure
A free unguided ship
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