transformation songs

the morning mist has turned into flecks of snow. fragments of the cold that's fading. the ground is too warm to hold them. they cease to exist when they land, and watching it, i am a part of great transitions, movements between forms. transformations are the song of passing time and i am listening to it i am listening to her i am listening to everything always fast and tender.

2008-03-14 | 10:55 a.m.
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