Five-pointed geometry lesson,
Abated in eternity,
Candles beating the shadows away,
Awaken.
Sweet desires sung into whiffs of hearing,
And, questions awaiting answers.
Then a familiar ear turned into a familiar voice,
I’m here, my dear, right here.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
Five-pointed geometry lesson,
Abated in eternity,
Candles beating the shadows away,
Awaken.
Sweet desires sung into whiffs of hearing,
And, questions awaiting answers.
Then a familiar ear turned into a familiar voice,
I’m here, my dear, right here.
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