"such a tiny thread"
she said,
"the willow barks
and masker's head",
she clearly doesn't
understand the rules
"I want the keener
finding me,
I want the faces
fathom-free"
though sets her sights
on deepest of the fools
"I'll spin until
you see again,
the moon and wind
like us, are friends,
the tempest shore
is what connection fuels"
her freedom swings
my lack in time
"I'm your dove
as you're my rhyme"
I clearly just don't
understand the rules
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
"such a tiny thread"
she said,
"the willow barks
and masker's head",
she clearly doesn't
understand the rules
"I want the keener
finding me,
I want the faces
fathom-free"
though sets her sights
on deepest of the fools
"I'll spin until
you see again,
the moon and wind
like us, are friends,
the tempest shore
is what connection fuels"
her freedom swings
my lack in time
"I'm your dove
as you're my rhyme"
I clearly just don't
understand the rules
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