Thursday, February 9, 2012
The wind made of words
Last round of these, promise!
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Michael Nolan
February 10, 2012 at 5:42 AM
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The clock of many shadows.
Broken wheels that turn the waves
The sad, blue mountain
The spirits frozen
weaving the spring air
In a city of ghosts
Floating in a lullaby
swimming in fur
Hollow woods
Into the empty waters
Trees turned into Bears
The wind made of words
Paga
Lonely creatures
motions of the gods sleeping
No title
Bear Spirit, revisted
A tailored suit for a wandering ghost
Born with empty eyes
Trees that grab the sky
Sailing Away
Hello Mori girl!
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