Darkest paradise
The day of sorrow closes her eyes at dawn
never to become more
never to feel more
than
the darkest paradise
the beauty of her wings
has no shadow at night
longing to be fed by hands
kissed by
the elder
choosen to
the darkest paradise
the beauty of her wings
has no shadow at night
the cold surrender the room
makes the body relax
consolidated to the eyes
capable of living
the darkest paradise
Poetry by Chrystaliris
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Written on 2009-07-04 at 11:16
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