recycled flowers

Goddess drawn on paper angel of light in the darkest strangest place. A temporary spirit often confused with heavens race. Trapped in a picture a story of magic dreams and even gental grace. A recycled flower poisoned by lifes changing moments and rainy days. A goddess always written in that same old way. Well its time to rewrite the page.
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Posted: Mar 2014

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stillbluerain
Thanks my friend
Redex
Stillblue applause nice to see you back and with a excellent poem. I think we spend our whole lives at time rewriting the pagehug
stillbluerain
Thanks my friend
destinebykerk
Both those have basically summed up what I was going to say. They hit the nail right on head. Great work!
stillbluerain
Thanks dear friend
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