labour of love

tehre was a man who was jealous
of the wind
and how it was always able to
wrap it's arms around all the most
beautiful creatures beneath the sun.

one night, during a frightful dream
he called out at the wind
for the answers to the great
questions on personal freedom
and she answered with a tiny smile.

he wept. madness.

2003-10-12 | 6:05 p.m.
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