wordsmithy Posted June 18, 2013 Report Share Posted June 18, 2013 I listen in my loneliness this river rushing cascading for smoothed rock, rubble, ruin only not ruined Inside the hollow is breath it resounds so this nonsense noise: the whoosh of tide in and out in and out Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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