Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes.
Monday 13 September 2010
INCOMPLETE
She has tasted the thorn And bled profusely In the arms of the man She loved
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