even if you walked across the skies
By The CanarY
sweet violet summer coming in off the horizon lifting the heads of forlorn lillies with the softest touch of breeze find them in their quiet garden shivering when the night crawls in on tired knees and begs for a place to stay sweet violet like an emperor who cannot speak i know you i know you Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 07:38 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"sweet violet ..."