On a winter's path at
twilight flits a ghost in
thin repose
gossamer, the silhouette
flights cradling
a silken rose
Drifting through the auburn
forest autumn on her
cheeks replete
furnishing love's
silent solace
drifting with the
perished leaves
she seeks you still
she'll find you not
the petals
f
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l
and all in
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
On a winter's path at
twilight flits a ghost in
thin repose
gossamer, the silhouette
flights cradling
a silken rose
Drifting through the auburn
forest autumn on her
cheeks replete
furnishing love's
silent solace
drifting with the
perished leaves
she seeks you still
she'll find you not
the petals
f
a
l
l
and all in
f
r
o
s
t
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