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Dec 2014
Twirling on moonlit streets
where their shadows entwine
simple as falling water,
in a world without time.

The scent of lilacs arise
a true epitome of spring left
on their fragile fingertips.
Another older poem, but one that took quite a long time to construct. The language I used is possibly my favourite... it was very deliberate. Long process, but infinitely delightful. :)
Aria of Midnight
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Aria of Midnight
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