A tent in the forest.
In the half-darkness,
Old songs rise from a flute.
Warm drowsiness,
and the comfort of friends
Stretched out around you.
Even the loud crickets,
stopped to listen;
I would like to think.
Asha
30 Aug 04, Monday
In the half-darkness,
Old songs rise from a flute.
Warm drowsiness,
and the comfort of friends
Stretched out around you.
Even the loud crickets,
stopped to listen;
I would like to think.
Asha
30 Aug 04, Monday
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