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Oct. 10th, 2005 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
framlingemThe wind is quiet at last, at last
and the birches are like ghosts;
the sky is cast with clouds,
and I am under it
stepping stepping down the hill
to the sea.
And it's a godless night
on the way to the sea
to wash off my feet in the salt
and watch myself fade
with the waves,
sinking into the sand.
and the birches are like ghosts;
the sky is cast with clouds,
and I am under it
stepping stepping down the hill
to the sea.
And it's a godless night
on the way to the sea
to wash off my feet in the salt
and watch myself fade
with the waves,
sinking into the sand.
