the sun is shining... just like summer time
and all that we have done is surrendered the moon is golden... just like winter time and all that remains of love is tendered yet another year... yet another prayer to the spiraling emptiness of a gyre that fills our hearts with promises like a long slow note struck on a lyre .... christopher candide|
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and destined to see
the world through the eyes of a vagabond
