What is the mystery in our minds and hearts that only we know?
How deeply did I love? Or so I thought
A sort of cold wave of the abyss sweeps over me
That smiling, gaping chasm that stares back,
That offers no messages or consolation
If you could speak to me, what would you say?
Hard not to burn up like falling stars
We were awake in the garden at dawn
Around the nave of St. Pauls Cathedral and the whispering girl from Scotland
No compass or roadmap back
© 2009 eric blaisdell



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Rachel Saddedine
Photographe
Paris
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je veux(?) votre photographs.
pardonez mon francais s'il vous plait. je n'etudie pas dans vingt ans!
merci,
eric
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eric
Thanks
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Rachel Saddedine
Photographe
Paris
[link]
eric blaisdell
artist
portland
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eric
" Au secours !"
Thank you so much for your words
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Rachel Saddedine
Photographe
Paris
[link]
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