Gently,I will ever so gently
paint caressing lines of silver
past pale veins of green.
I will see
dark streams of red
slowly,
ever
so
slowly,
shade the blinding blade.
When the warmth gently fades
and I slowly draw towards the light,
I can then softly,
ever so softly,
thread my dream of black.
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(posted by the dieheart romantic)
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