Tuesday, June 05, 2007

n, deep inside of me

melody; strumming strings
soft sweet voices sing
tears overflowing eyes
cradled mystic time flies

love makes as truly one
silence we understand
healing in shelter done
reaching hands to bond

growing petals in the dark
absence of colors but sharp
to the gentle touch; past
desire, craving what it was

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