Solitary Times
By sidewinder
Reach into a thought that touches into the seasons where eyes celebrate the blue of the skies, The brown and oranges list within the tree of autumn, The greens that mire into the prisms of Spring, And last but not least the frost that rises into winter herself unmistakable in a solitary time, An anthology within a shadow held in Gaia's tears, Prime in a full moon. May 11, 1999 Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 04:34 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 9
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