Let Dust FallLet dust fall, should the wind sway;Let Dust Fall
The dust that clings to skin
And blinds our winded eyes, And grays our hair. Open your eyes,
There is a handful of it in the air. But do they know, and do they care What lies within their, own, two palms? --the stars, the sky, the air.
Remember when we watched the stars with the cold river? It was dead that night; Its glassy eyes bounced light beams
And, like a corpse, Its humble expanse was spread with emptiness. But do you recall the sand's embrace,
so tight against our spines, the stars-- poured over the depth of t
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Non c'è cattivo più cattivo di un buono che diventa cattivo!!!!
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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Art does not reproduce the visible, it makes visible (P.Klee)
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I ask of you what we all ask of those we respect: that thoughts of me do not compel you to violent spasms of projectile vomiting.
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