tranparent_wings symphonic In the brief unyeilding of her stare, it was a mortal blow that laid her songs low, Viewing that sound she gave to the passing train, Imitating the mountain pass, deftly letting his words become snowflakes drifting. I watched her transparent wings give her a reality I yearned to touch. And I gathered her confusion as she dreamed of the lakeshore. 041004 ... Moron "transparent" 041004 what's it to you? who go blather from