"De Profundis clamo ad te, Domine” From the Depths, you cry out; Ears only to be met by roaring waves - Thunderous tumult. Death, may come. It comes to all of us. To some, it comes earlier. But it comes.
posted by Nian Long at 2/27/2007 01:35:00 PM
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Some would say I'm a health-freak and a pseudo sports enthusiast wannabe. Others who think they know me say my poetry doesn't seem 'me'. I'll let you decide.
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