Trees forbid the sun
Park benches beckon
The bustling tranquility
The unyielding softness
Her flame melts time like wax
Pinhead of light
In crushing ethereal darkness
Single punctuation mark on a blank page
Sadness of a thousand hearts
Oscillate her strings
But love moves her fingers
And melts arctic emotion
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Trees forbid the sun
Park benches beckon
The bustling tranquility
The unyielding softness
Her flame melts time like wax
Pinhead of light
In crushing ethereal darkness
Single punctuation mark on a blank page
Sadness of a thousand hearts
Oscillate her strings
But love moves her fingers
And melts arctic emotion