Diary of a Madman
Every Rock- A Story
Friday, January 22, 2010
Crushing leaves, splashing water, and ripe pine.
Here in the thick quiet, time is alone and true.
Smells of satisfaction and open skies-
bid good day and farewell.
Roaring into soul and marrow,
mountain fragrance relaxes the heart.
World so good, tell of your deeds.
Power into this place and shift our minds.
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