Echoes of old songs
Spinning through my mind
Old words, from others tongues
Speaking my thoughts
And with in the island
Of my mind
The words sing to me
In the rustling of the leaves
And I look upon the sea
Wondering at the beauty of the
World
A lonely island
An infinite sea
another poem written on the train last weekend
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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