Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Of yore

Come away with me
to world without keys,
where door have no locks
through windows, only breeze.
Sky above, earth at knee,
deep feelings of familiarity.
A knell doth ring
Thrice it sings
Each peal a name tolls.
Once bitten, twice shy
yet this feeling never lies.

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