Phantasmagoria
Shards reflecting my prismatic thoughts
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Water Fall
It pleases him,
He told me that my voice has an echo,
Music,
Like that of water falling,
Like drops of rain as they gently on a surface rest
It pleases him says,
‘Your voice is the music that I dream of composing’
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