by Unknown
May 2010 368 Views 1 comments
she
Glittering muse
Where is the culmination of beauty,
It is an offense?
Leaves them with dexterity,
ignorance speechless.
For her the moon cries tears blood
For eternity
Never could face the
Behold the terrible wrath of the same
But the very cold air
Soon becomes flaming
And unbearable to control
Overwhelmed by such a reality
I feel the end to devour me
Yet you want to achieve
And feel again this serenity
Where is the culmination of beauty,
It is an offense?
Leaves them with dexterity,
ignorance speechless.
For her the moon cries tears blood
For eternity
Never could face the
Behold the terrible wrath of the same
But the very cold air
Soon becomes flaming
And unbearable to control
Overwhelmed by such a reality
I feel the end to devour me
Yet you want to achieve
And feel again this serenity
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Posted: May 2010
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