By Unchained Date: 2001 Jul 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.31.16.31.7017]] |
In silence the scars form as gently as fairie frost where wounds were worst now lies the spidery silver threads of mending. The network of patchwork unfolding in the first rays of the first serene day open like a flower impossible to imagine unbeleiveable to behold the heart beats again and dares to dream of loving. |