Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Dreams
The memory of you, a wisp of desire known through twilight's veil, holds me gently as the morning comes. Thank you for crossing over to my world, my daylight of despair. I will cling to the faint melodies of you, my muse, and know a small measure of hope.
Today.
Posted by: Theophany at 6:31 AM
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The memory of you, a wisp of desire known through twilight's veil, holds me gently as the morning comes. Thank you for crossing over to my world, my daylight of despair. I will cling to the faint melodies of you, my muse, and know a small measure of hope.
Today.
Labels: poetry
Posted by: Theophany at 6:31 AM
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