My mind sets sail on calm oceans to cross the hemisphere where stories are kept and told in quarter tones to the wind. Around the Arora where the colors of the self will illuminate the night, in the land of forever young that shine through to my memory. I hear in silence that roars the … Continue reading Hemisphere
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