Catch a pebble on it’s way down, loosened by footsteps that leave no sound, yet quietly abound on sunsets crown.

Beneath the hardened rock like clay mysteries, footsteps upon them play.

It’s a discordant moan some would say.

This sound has torn brave hearts away. This sound that has torn-this sound that has bourne, this sound a deadly storm today.

~ by Vinnie on May 30, 2009.

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