Thursday, August 30, 2007

Smooth oak glides and flows over mountains, crevasses,
Thin varnish flows and gleams over hidden shafts,
Silken fibres guards its heart, its soul as it makes its journey,
Of the wooden secret,
The secret of the oxygen mix,
The breath of the magic,
Of the truth,
Of the music.

-KittyKat

1 Comments:

Blogger Precious said...

this is really cool- a way of describing that i hadn't thought of before! good work

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