Serene of the Stars
By defrage
Bare witness to the beauty of difference, Surreal moments in the scented air, As if a dark ghost touched me, Held me, bound me, freed me. If i could grasp such serenity, I could hold my place in this world, Like cinnamon on the stale taste of life, A reason to exist amongst the conformity. And although now gone, like the cool breath of season's past, Even in this horrific state, one ethereal vision will last. Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 11:35 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Bare witness to the beauty of difference,..."