fragile dawn of blooming paper
seaglass smoothened idol hands
fleeing fountains silk and rice
silent curtain hides the light
and gives into the night
the foaming darkness we have ever sought to hide
and in the daisyfields and
buttercups have grown
into ivy-league nightshades
that shade which muted lovers color walls.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
one life, entwined
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