Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Thoughts

Friday, October 2, 2009

Thoughts

The whisky-rasped heaven of a voice raised in song Wove steel bars of light into the soft cobwebs of smoke To create melancholy tapestries, unseen above the throng Of smiles and needs. The teardrops of the evening soak Softly into the parchment of my soul to form melancholy odes And sonnets of quiet... Sign in to see full entry.

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