*footsteps like swan feathers,
flow to behind the tombstones—
where I will call the memories and lay;
to wake for the times anew.*
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
*footsteps like swan feathers,
flow to behind the tombstones—
where I will call the memories and lay;
to wake for the times anew.*
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