Saturday, September 14, 2013

March 1, 2013 hidden garden by Christopher L. Jones over IndustrialArts' Blog

backwards I walk
into the gray fog
the smog from the hills
up there over yond
the land of the spirits
the woods and the faires
the place I come from
the place I call home
you can’t follow
unless you belong here
the trees will shroud
the young ones from harm
hidden in a garden
a real secret garden
the lost ones
they dance
to the music
of pain

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