/ by Travis W Keyes

   ©2013 Travis W Keyes  
      ”I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.”   ―  Charles Baudelaire

©2013 Travis W Keyes

     ”I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.” 
― Charles Baudelaire