Hall of Flight

Saturday, December 25, 2010

A whirlwind flew by
without seconds for thought.
Passing through movements
with words spoken as listeners listened.
Exhaustion often arrives at the end of perfection.
Posted by Saires at Saturday, December 25, 2010
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