Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Quiet Distance

I started to make my way over a cliff,
And downpour over the edge.

I thought it was the one thing,
Everyone has always said I didn't do.

As soon as I have broke into water,
There is no landscape for me to flow into.

So I'll flow, anyway.

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