Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Lady becomes Ethereal
Got someone on my mind, and it is unlikely that I will ever see her again, but still she is invading me somehow, and I ask myself, if I should have searched her for more, should have discovered something that I do not know today, I am weary from the weight or is it the wait?
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