When existence drains my spirit away,
I find a place...
Where dreams can kiss our face.
Where we tango with kismet in a vast airy space.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Legends of Old
Hearken the Legends of old
Meandering as flesh turns to dry bones Set upon forgotten stones The curse of time can blunt a million knives Can crucify our lives But can never tincture a lover's soul
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