Day 11: River of Stones
January 12, 2012
With so much close at hand,
why do I keep gazing at the sky,
not a picture itself but a canvas,
a background where I might
paint the moon, the stars,
my most elusive dreams.
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With so much close at hand,
why do I keep gazing at the sky,
not a picture itself but a canvas,
a background where I might
paint the moon, the stars,
my most elusive dreams.