| The good of the world arrives in silence good in the world touches us clothes but the good of the soul we have locked up. The sunlight does not travel a maze the node is in our eyes open dark yes, but turned it down. Whose turn is it next time look up and point can not see what to follow a path that does not exist. The sunset has the usual colors but we like enchanted to see what we see. Tassignano October 2007 |
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