...Tempered but burning so unharnessed
...Dusk she stares and ushers away the dancing rays of her skirte
...it invites us her darquer sides that peppers her skyes
...she knows how we tred and leads us astraye
...there will be a hand round my hearte til the coming of daye
...matching matches and striking lights in a confined space
...with raw emotions going up like flames
...are they burned or are they burning?
...it invites us her darquer sides that peppers her skyes
...she knows how we tred and leads us astraye
...there will be a hand round my hearte til the coming of daye
...matching matches and striking lights in a confined space
...with raw emotions going up like flames
...are they burned or are they burning?
posted by A-Station-With-No-Name at 12:48 PM
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Passion called Love
Passion called Life
Force unharnessed...
"...and for all this, Nature is never spent; there lives the dearest freshness deep down things."
~Kneya~
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