2009-07-13
Interlude
My mind lies weak And quietness speaks of sound As captive in a creek Of wordlessness. As though a silent hurt Is trembeling In screaming riot's roar The night stays calm And quietness speaks.
My mind lies weak And quietness speaks of sound As captive in a creek Of wordlessness. As though a silent hurt Is trembeling In screaming riot's roar The night stays calm And quietness speaks.