A hurting mind, hw I long to get rid of thee.A burning sensation, who shall tame thy wild flames. A broken hrt, wen shall thy stitches heal. A lonely nyt, hw long till dawn breaks forth.For my song travels swift as a hurricane sweeps the coastlands. Embalmed darkness greets me in my waking dream.Faded violets marks the path of redemption. Verdure blooms cast nightly shadows. With throated murmurs,I bid thou farewell.
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:00:27 +0000
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