The name stood tall, long, indifferent, but beautiful
He was equivocally terrified
But equally, at peace, at the sight .
She was an angel,
she was a transcript from a beautiful future
She held his fingers from a silk rope
Calling
Flabbergasted, you realise how simply wet around the ears you are
© Copyright David Bosworth July 2013
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
The name stood tall, long, indifferent, but beautiful
He was equivocally terrified
But equally, at peace, at the sight .
She was an angel,
she was a transcript from a beautiful future
She held his fingers from a silk rope
Calling
Flabbergasted, you realise how simply wet around the ears you are
© Copyright David Bosworth July 2013
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