lundi, 17 février 2014
4 IN STANCE
The sea’s just a lake
When the lady of the sword arises
And the blind man only sees
What her eyes are painting
Only one tree to make
A forest of millions leaves
Billions of atoms
In a single grain of sand
No matter the colour of the dust
Out of the purple haze
The emerald rules the sky
Around the Dineh plain
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