by Roger Butterfield
I will
Point to a Glorious Moon
That may not be
(T)here at all
And hope
That many friends will follow
My red fingers
At the sky.
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The Sea
by Roger Butterfield
I wanted to be higher than you one time,
Not knowing
What that would mean.
Knowing hasn't changed much,
Only from where I'm looking.
I wanted to be higher than you one time,
Not knowing
What that would mean.
Knowing hasn't changed much,
Only from where I'm looking.
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