Luminescence
let all the words that leave thy lipsbe not the words that launch the ships
of a warbound throng, but be as doves
with pure white veils of thousand loves.
let thine face be with crescents adorned
of pure agate, and none the scorned
shalt trespass your pure enlightened vale
but live in sweetness to tell the tale
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-07 at 22:58
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