Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wandering
The way to Cold Mountain
Is not explained in any book
Unless you can read the autumn sky
Or decipher an ancient riverbed
So put down your pages and breathe
Open your mind and receive
What a poet calls his muse:
The freedom of formlessness
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