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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.15.20.52.19989]] |
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Ink drifts upon paper like black pearls in crystal snow, standing out in ivory fields our memories are sure to grow. And write them, how I'll write them in whispers like smoke in air, so you might breathe them in my love, when bones are dust and I'm not there. Engraved upon a marble stone my words will speak so soft of you, take them in as coming spring when all is born sweet and new. Keep them closely labeled, these trinkets of my life, for they are marked most intricately in smiles, tears, joy and strife. And read them as you will in falling rain or beating gold, you will then find my flesh renewed, silken, sun kissed, yours to hold. And ever shall I live among you, and ever shall I be, as long as ink and paper allow words to flow as endless waves on a milky sea... |