Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Afraid

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Afraid

Sometimes he stopped and was afraid Of who he was and what might be, Of ghosts or shadows or the night Of the end of things, or the start. The he would stand very still And breathe, letting fear slowly fade Until, once again, he could see Hope glimmering in the starlight. He'd let the moment suffuse... Sign in to see full entry.

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