Nocturnal Light
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Shit I'm becoming damn poetic these days... here's another one...
A rustle through the timber,
The restless lies awake.
If not for pain or hunger,
For whom the nocturne waits?
The cosmic shines in mercy,
And woods will hail ahead.
Upon Aurorian Glory,
May eager hearts be laid.
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