Tinnitus He stands still, miles above me. Still like the walls of untoppled buildings fragile but erect after the quake; dignity undignified; and looks to the moon. Others are Reading Sad Finding Peace Within Yourself Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Sweet Blue Rain Work The Shepherd of Valleyhill Teenager Driver Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * × five = 20