Raindrops drip deep
Paths of light arch and shine
And still I can never know myself.
Furrows in the soul
Sadness took its toll
Filled now with the joyful rain
Blinding radiant
Without self
Nothing but light
The addition of spirit
Like a splinter
Brings pain, but life.
Without the two
Death walks
Dressed demurely in Flesh.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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...wooooooooooow.
That was awesome. And I really like the idea of a demure death.
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