Sunday, March 7, 2010

From chimes of wind to one forlorn promontory
my thoughts traveled across a roaring ocean
My songs were in sea shells,
In one rock cave, where a saint meditated
Long long ago to find God
He found one and gave me one
A replica, a fearless one in hues of autumn
In one forlorn promontory, in one confluence
I heard speeches from Chicago like an echo

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