| the powerful bite tinkling ice bright swirls of cranberry light small beads of dew chase down the glass enhancing the bold scarlet hue its innocent seems so very true then sending your fiery beams one loses herself light to opaque the angel is placed on a shelf raw surge of instinct released so fast in vain one's allowed to think a moment has passed rarely they come are such moments meant to last? the poison so sweet to give your gift with which you bless those you meet i left you behind with a good friend your comfort and care he will find |
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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