Dying Eve
By Clean Serene
The weather brought a core to my sanctity. Brazen winds skim the branches with prayer. I read my present memoir in front of the ever changing nature. Beginning to depict what was bound. You've left before... Unbearably humid then... Like the hands you kept away from my mouth. White surounds the eves we once stood below. Now you stand under something I'll never convey. Will the barron wind ever die?I just wrote this now, so I hope it's okay. ~ROXY Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 04:12 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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