Thursday, March 16, 2006
» hellogoodbye
* i'm back *


Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round ther corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.





Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by ! Pass them by!


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