Oh you hallow feet walking here.
These thoughts, These words
But shadow images, the trees
Each branch, each scar, a history
A snapshot of the intermixed mystery
We pass through, a leaf trassioning
Like the ear of one shadow listening
To every other paper cover,
Like the blind man lover
With but handy impressions
Of these more than meets the eye transgressions
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Oh you hallow feet walking here.
These thoughts, These words
But shadow images, the trees
Each branch, each scar, a history
A snapshot of the intermixed mystery
We pass through, a leaf trassioning
Like the ear of one shadow listening
To every other paper cover,
Like the blind man lover
With but handy impressions
Of these more than meets the eye transgressions
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