12 Jan 2006

Who shall light my old footsteps, a torch to what I have thought?
When the wind tastes me no more, who gives flavor to my memories?
Like all sparrows, I shall fall, and wonder small, who shall hear it…

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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