Sa tryo, do'nirr mat

Mon, 10/14/2013 - 22:52 -- DaXue

I walk, no one sees

The wind, it barely breathes

Like gossamer, it rests;

I see the air as bless'd.

 

The world around is bold

Yet I am small and cold.

 

 

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