Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Green Hills No More Comments
Rating: ★4.3
The glowing tip of my cancer stick is the only light I see
As the wind blows low, on the whitest snow, there is only it and me
I stand alone, a frozen gnome, wondering what will I be
And the crushing blow, too hard to know, is I cannot be free
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Patti Masterman
17 February 2010
I enjoyed the harmony of the lines, the flow, and the feeling of a secret that won't ever let us disturb it.
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8/1/2025 9:24:03 AM # 1.0.0
I like the second line... ;)