My OperaThe Observer
Sunday, July 19, 2009 4:13:47 AM
An observer
Passing through a land
cloaked in winter's icey grip
trees crisp in frozen beauty
a land deserted
clothed in ghostly gray
where nothing should roam
as the still silence
cries impending doom
Passing through a land
cloaked in winter's icey grip
trees crisp in frozen beauty
a land deserted
clothed in ghostly gray
where nothing should roam
as the still silence
cries impending doom
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