goldenlangur Posted March 4, 2010 Share Posted March 4, 2010 Threading through the pines a gibbous March moon. Overhead, still a glint of winter in Capella's yellow glow. I track Orion and the red haze of Mars. Soon it will be dawn of your birthday. I am numb and cold. if only you could understand this silence not that I don't think of you but that I have no words Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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