For you, I'd change the world,back many moons, those unchained hay dayswhen we were young, not an ounce of weightupon these slim shoulders weighednor a map for the road, just the sky as it weredark, vast and sparklingunder whose influence we swayedlike young branches of now old treesbeside whom many a words were whisperedof promises... Continue Reading →

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