I think of nothing— My mind leaps from mountain to mountain, The drifts upon calm water. I hear nothing— Only the waves and the winds, Violent and caressing. I feel nothing— My blood runs under my skin Like a forest-fire underground.
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I think of nothing— My mind leaps from mountain to mountain, The drifts upon calm water. I hear nothing— Only the waves and the winds, Violent and caressing. I feel nothing— My blood runs under my skin Like a forest-fire underground.
No posts