nostalgia with it's stillness and turbulance,
swords and softness,
the heaviness of february skies, wolf skies over secret seas,
rabbit in the moon the colour of ashes,
the gentleness of foggy mornings,
of meloncholy, balance and change,
of meloncholy, balance and change,
and the contradiction between clarity and opacity.
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I have written so many comments for this. And I have deleted each of them as I cannot express what I want to. It is just that this is beautiful and true and there is a heart that beats to these conflicting rhythms and eyes that see the beauty in them and my world becomes richer for it. And now, I too want to look up and touch the heaviness of February skies, and experience wolf skies over secret seas...
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