I am carved glass that cannot stop singing in this wind. Where did I leave my self? How did I become yours? Do I miss what was, what seemed to be? Light streams through me, blinding this thought.
I am carved glass
Originally published: Mar 2004
Originally published: Mar 2004
I am carved glass that cannot stop singing in this wind. Where did I leave my self? How did I become yours? Do I miss what was, what seemed to be? Light streams through me, blinding this thought.