PURE
By littlestar
White. Undefiled. Fresh milk from a mother's soft petal breast. Warm and succulent. Blessed security The feathers of a perfect swan- swimming in a glistening pond, and every sparkle in the pool reflects your eyes. And I believe you've cleansed all the impurities to unadulterated bliss. A shining round pearl. Strong. Perfect balance. Created from degradation. Special to me. Held in highest esteem. Like a gem. Like a crown on my head. Worn for remembrance. I believe you are an angel- white-winged and brilliant. Rearranging all the clouds that block my joy. And the pure warm sun streams through.1991, Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 01:04 PM PST 0 • 8
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