moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
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moonlight
whispers to the
night, "I disappear. Come,
hold my hand, bring not cold, but
comfort."
comfort
in the silken
links that brush both our rude
whispers and our murmuring doused
sixth sense
sixth sense;
a leaf curling
in the presence of death.
A touch of breath in the darkness,
warming.
warming
to the gentle
touch of lapping years, gone,
with a diminishing sleight of
kind hand
kind hand
staunch the wounds
caused by mere daily life;
the act of rising alone brings
forth tears
forth tears
springing on her
face when she heard the news
the expected declaration of
her loss
her loss
with crazy eyes
stares at the floor. No more
singing, smiling, laughing, dancing:
empty
empty
your sorrows here
give it all your worries
this is no coward's heart, my dear,
It's me!
It's me
haunting your dreams
One day, we'll meet somewhere
and you'll know that it's me you can
picture.
picture
imprinted on
the wall of my heart shows
my beloved when I look down
at times!
at times
waxing gibbous,
she shouts with pregnant shine
Orion stands guard, awaits the
Sisters
Sisters
in Pleiades
contemplate the lucent
rationale of fleet feminine
matter
Exquisite!Quote:
Originally Posted by alakungfu
***
matter
please forgive us
our wayward processes
we too are balanced on fragments
of light
Thank you fire-fangled
of light
I have no proof
only demonstration
of an intrinsic used nature
drawn wright
life sucks
I must confess
so if you agree too
join my life sucks compaign with me
so start
Cat