Monday, July 23, 2007
The Poem That Died - "Mighty ~ Mahogany"
(Conceived in the joy of Love and Promise, Aborted by cruelty of the Fates) Stand of Mahogany, I drift amidst gazing beauty held in strongest of sinew soaring unto bleu with freedom of heart un felled I love thee mightily, I miss thee rightly 'tis sweet agony! reaching for...
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