Launch your vessel,
And crowd your canvas,
And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,
After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.
Thursday 17 January 2008
I stood in the rain today, and felt it splash my face and trickle down my cheek like cold tears. And I wonder why I've never told you how much I love it, but that I told a stranger.
2 comments:
It's interesting how we tell strangers our 'in the moment' joy or sadness and not give it a second thought. Blessed are the strangers!
that sounded like poetry. And how true!!!
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