Against A Crooked Sky
By sidewinder
Rhythms... that touch like feathers floating in the clouds celebrating in harmony, Azure in that promise felt within a heartbeat answered only... against a crooked sky, Sacred to one who looks and sees that color forsworn in the freedom, Beheld to no one, But warm to that emotion mastered only... in time. Oct. 31, 2001 Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 07:08 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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"Rhythms......"