Aspen
As the words spread across my brow
The road unfolds before me
In a dim light –
Not a tiresome journey
Or a tireless one –
A small step to where
The mountains lay it down.
by Suzanne Bronson on Tuesday, May 22, 2007
As the words spread across my brow
The road unfolds before me
In a dim light –
Not a tiresome journey
Or a tireless one –
A small step to where
The mountains lay it down.
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