Friday, September 24, 2010
Where the leaves travel, we cannot know,
and whence they come, and wherefore they flow
past plains of stillness, and veils of snow,
no matter their seasons, they go, they go.
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My mind also wandering over your lines!!!
have Great Week end.
September 25, 2010 at 2:21 PM
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