marți, 9 aprilie 2013

For meditation. For sleepless nights. For sleepless thoughts.

[Confusion builds a fire
The smoke must clear to see and breathe

The magic contained in the braiding of your hair
A spirit entwined in ritual knowing
A gift, a token of the unexplained
A grief that haunts me
To the ends of my mind.]

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