tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71725992491015132812008-06-07T01:16:53.300-07:00Chunganoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172599249101513281.post-42335580361772832572008-06-04T19:10:00.000-07:002008-06-07T01:14:52.090-07:00la parole est venu aux mains de la pierre<br />les couleurs changent dans le vent avec chaque nouvelle vérité<br /><br />mais les blessures chantent encore, n'oubliez jamais.Chunganoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172599249101513281.post-44179972144273973142008-03-19T16:40:00.000-07:002008-03-19T17:09:40.898-07:00Keening with the chorus,<br />until the gray skies tired of weeping;<br />lean closer, I whisper<br /><br />so we can spit in the face of hope.Chunganoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172599249101513281.post-79043104776392810192008-03-18T18:02:00.000-07:002008-03-19T09:47:20.921-07:00Spring blossoms waft earthward<br /> indifferent to rumbling<br /> trains belowChunganoreply@blogger.com