Sunday, November 21, 2010

Music and Me

From my own 'deep and dark December' of the soul long ago and far away....;)

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

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