When all is far, and all is empty, I set sail and dock on a familiar shore, somewhere in my imagination
Friday, April 15, 2005
Valley of my God
Valley of my God in green, wearing mist and cloud, hiding in a story, whispering a dream, bless me, take me as your own, build me a stairway, plant me a sunset on your cheek...
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