Sunday
01Nov2009
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What you should know about Zylotrim
And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer?
How much longer?
- Sting, "Mad About You"
The world is full of paper,
Write to me.
- Shahid Agha Ali, poem
Reader Comments (1)
We forget our senses are pretty limited to certain parts of the spectrum for sound and light. Time too. The physics and science escape me but this is visual evidence of a whole other way of seeing something.