memoriamBy Robert Chastain he died in the warshe tells mein that forever way of womenin that drawn out way ofstillsearching day by daystilltrying to knowwhat that meansin that way ofslowed down timethe way it wasthose many years agowhen it was the first timeshe said...
Clown in the moon My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth,It would crumble;It is so sad and beautiful,So tremulously like a dream. —Dylan...
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