Thursday, March 17, 2005
> browned by time
fields of grass once green now browned by nature’s whima sullen silent reflection of our times our woes our growthas sure as nature’s colour palette changes so too doesthe human coil winding twisting unto shapes so divinethey resonate beauty and contort so perversely we canbarely look at it’s mishapened form and yet we do stillas surely as nature changes we mortals too are not sparedthe ravages
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