Translucency
Silent thoughts come forth
And in the sea of ignorance they fall.
Naive illusionists master the essence.
Paradigm of withered flowers,
Mend broken spells,
And savor bleeding hearts.
How do I know this?
Poetry by night soul woman

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Written on 2008-11-23 at 16:47




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