You Virago of new morning
Aphrodite of the last minutes afternoon
You escape from the hood
Rising as only a waver in the air,
It is impossible to tell when you have gone.
I can only hope that you have come into me.
Selah.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
You Virago of new morning
Aphrodite of the last minutes afternoon
You escape from the hood
Rising as only a waver in the air,
It is impossible to tell when you have gone.
I can only hope that you have come into me.
Selah.