Twilight

18 May 2009

·jimkeats

The glass wind carried me up twilight's frozen stair, high enough for starling's to carry my prayer. Wistful beating of frantic wings, my night and soul battling . Red roses deaf to my cries, my heart hammers against dark skies. My own true love said her goodbyes. My despair is twilight's prize.

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i should have spent my life listening to the waves......

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