I want to reach nowhere,
fill sand dust on my feet.
Fingers grasping thin air,
gritting restless teeth.
chase out my thought,
listen to monastic chimes.
Make misty ring road,
and fluty little rhymes
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
I want to reach nowhere,
fill sand dust on my feet.
Fingers grasping thin air,
gritting restless teeth.
chase out my thought,
listen to monastic chimes.
Make misty ring road,
and fluty little rhymes
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