The accent from
above; glove over
glove, folding flames
into the hearts of love.
And through those eyes -
as cold as caves -
rest the memories
of men made slaves.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The accent from
above; glove over
glove, folding flames
into the hearts of love.
And through those eyes -
as cold as caves -
rest the memories
of men made slaves.
