Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Haruko-Wild Geese

Soft, gentle beauty casting its shadow on my face before dawn. A burst of autumn air that revives my lungs to breath again. I begin walking, following the voice of a holy messenger.
A Joan of Ark that tears down the dense forest in front of me. Hear her voice soft like silent thunder; hear her message bringing me back home. Haruko is home.

Morning Dreams by Haruko
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