Tuesday, August 15, 2006

tusstled but not worn



By my childhood home crumpled grey, I watched him rise from ashen fields with a somnolent smile seemingly speaking. “For all evil’s bidding lined up against my weary limbs I am still free, that evil’s rain not now nor ever shall reign on me."
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2 comments:

Hilal CHOUMAN said...

did u do this graphic urself?

it tells it all.

8:48 PM
transient said...

Yes, this is one of my works as are most on this blog, most pics are news items

12:01 PM

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