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By Bacardi Date: 2002 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.29.00.26.10972]] |
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drift me down to way-ward dreams in open space find surcease from lighted day to darkest night sift me through evening light crystal rainbows in winters air serenade one to attract a pair at Jack Frost's kiss blood will chill his frozen touch burns one still an of us on this coldest eve our lips did touch for briefest steam bringing ecstasy of near delight a simple taste of what is so right an this feeling now that carries me past the nightmare's that know my name all my sorrow's an i feel, perhaps, my grief... with this image of you, i find, at last ... belief |