Monday, December 10, 2012

November

Great hope and quiet despair sleep back to back

The voice I love whispers....

My adversary hisses....

And I cannot untangle them.

Follow me, and do not be afraid; I will show you.

It is a countefeit!  You will lose everything!

The scout is out of sight.

The sign is to follow

But the trail is hard to see

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