Saturday, October 17, 2009

The beauty of your rambling stride
and thickness of gambling roses.
Innocent as though forgiven;
Bound to concept and divination,
as battleships ponder melencholy.

On your cheek dark brown mellow,
higher than willows remembering us...
two before eachother, savage lest passion
Heed to awakening slumbers' desguise.
Who, tender to its call,rustles white.

Then turning bold skin to light,
frown erases that that never had a
chance of being less than this
To dawn, heroic stand of confidence,
to breath of your lull listening.

Be as it may thunder crossing kings
lightning roaming the meadowless shallows,
summer kissing spring into lovers,
The consequence and numbers of peace,
Come to glory as sheltered wisdom.

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