Some Kind Of Happy

Lying beside withered bouquetof calla lilies like the one thatonce stood half strung by your side,I watch Parseid streak by.Searching for courage in the tiny little metal you wove as tokenOf your love, round my now shivering finger,streams of tears refract our timeon this cold, sable midnight.Catching my gaze by their lightsthose stones like bright burning... Continue Reading →

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