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September 13, 2005
story teller
To know the light at the witching hour
or to remember, the settlements of its glow
embarking on the blind roads and choices,
To know the dpeth of the oceans,
and the extentions of the sky, the clouds
and the wind and all the particles
of dust that has traveled throuhg the ages
and times, to know of the destiny of men
and the fears of life, as you sit by the fire
at dusk and tell your stroy in familiar voices
kind words, the prophecy of unknowns
and unwanteds, coming through you,
so you tell your story
as you see it
Posted by Idinraha at September 13, 2005 05:43 PM