Saturday, September 08, 2012

Triolet in Lithia Park



Glory clouds arise --
turbulent mountains of air.
Thru collisions of breath, we realize
glory clouds arise.
Ecstasy no longer disguised,
we collapse in reality, so rare.
Glory clouds arise --
turbulent mountains of air.

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