Cimmerian night
sole company of the moon,
cool draft tearing the mist
and there she appeared,
tearing the cimmerian shade
eyes illuminating the soul
hair the deep flowing ocean,
aroma the winter midday sun
divine voice breaking
the lifelong silence of a deaf
if only i was dreaming,
i want to wake up to that face
all my remaining mornings...
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
Cimmerian night
sole company of the moon,
cool draft tearing the mist
and there she appeared,
tearing the cimmerian shade
eyes illuminating the soul
hair the deep flowing ocean,
aroma the winter midday sun
divine voice breaking
the lifelong silence of a deaf
if only i was dreaming,
i want to wake up to that face
all my remaining mornings...
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