Dec 2014
The sky
darken
to grey
be what
will be
be you
be me
at times
Drift into the distant places of my heart.
W H I T E
N I G H T*
**But the stone remains
hanging on to your sword.
darken
to grey
be what
will be
be you
be me
at times
Drift into the distant places of my heart.
W H I T E
N I G H T*
**But the stone remains
hanging on to your sword.
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