musings of an empty mind
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
cannot be said
A leaf shivers and falls silently on the grass
Its sound cannot be heard
The grass does not stir
Tell me of a truer love than leaf for grass
And I shall tell you if ever love arisen made a sound.
I am love. And my name cannot be said.
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