“As Birds Sang His Requiem”

Post was created on April 12th, 2005

Claude Monet Edge of the Cliff at Pourville
 
By fists and feet he strove toward the heights. Cubit by cubit, nail by nail: higher, forever higher. By pointed rocks and keen, the fierce mountain fought: insidiously, cut by cut and breach by breach. As his wounded hand grasp the final ridge, the bleeding twilight blossomed in his face. The myriad of birds set out to sing an unearthly song…

No Responses to "“As Birds Sang His Requiem”"

Leave a Reply

LOOKING FOR?…

FEATURED MUSIC

compozițiile de care sunt cel mai mândru

RECENT MUSINGS

articole (rare) despre muzici