For those who travel far.
In these crystal blue evenings, I stand in images of suicide
Vaguely lit by cushions of winter
I said a prayer to black wolves
In strength and in love
The shore tortures my laugh
Oppressed beauty under white suns
I dream of violet flowers
In the budding forest
sleepless everywhere
O Endless love will intenisfy your soul
for those who travel far
Rachel Bond
Mon 2nd Apr 2012 22:38
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