The Miser, is a thief, a cheat, and a liar. His love is sealed within an uncaring heart. He must look to only himself, he will not reveal himself to others. He is alone when he is with anyone, even someone he may profess to love. If a gift is given to him, he will accept it gladly and he will accept all the more gifts that you should care to bring his way.
The miser has a heart of rust. His smile is not a smile and his truth is not a truth, and his friendship is not a friendship. He has no need for embrace. He sees things clearly in his dullness. he is a bore and he is a fool. He has not breathed in the beauty of the things around him. He has no purpose and his eyes are dark and unknowing. He walks in his darkness until something or someone will awaken him. The miser doesn't care and poverty will be his crown.
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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