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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A Quest

we are lovers
Of words
shaping nature
into our names

With wings
to soar
the sky's
farthest corner;
descend the deepest sea,
perceive the beauty
of darkness

And the night sky
may light up
and burn our wings

But we've tried...
unidled and unbored

we have witnessed
the true color
of the rainbow