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By spirial Date: 2004 Oct 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.29.13.55.23914]] |
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A heavens harvest of stars Brilliant gems what lighten night Could of mystery fall Extinguish sudden their light Sunsets weep its colors bleed Staining softest clouds in majesty A breeze could ruffle hair Be as if a caressing hand itself stir And I could not hurt any more For of pain I left it far away As a child itself would be its gift Dancing mid these crumbled ruins My breast within its dusty grave Far too long I've been away From warmth ... laughter... tears Till I just cannot hurt any more Tired eyes far too tired for sleep From waking with you near To the reality of you far... far... And I have fear Will your love choose this time To crumble And if so... What ever could I say... |