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