A view from my window
Jul. 2nd, 2007 08:37 pmTo the east, the hills
Glow golden in the sunset,
Roof tiles gleam like gems.
What lies beyond lambent slopes
In places where she is not?
Glow golden in the sunset,
Roof tiles gleam like gems.
What lies beyond lambent slopes
In places where she is not?
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Date: 2007-07-03 06:18 am (UTC)to cross those hills near you,
like a wing-ed beast.
Back to work, one must recall,
so sleeves may wind in dance.
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-03 11:53 pm (UTC)