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You are the moon,
That shines above,
That fades to mask,
The death of love.
You are the sun,
That warms the earth,
That burns the sand,
That turns the dirt.
You are the stars,
That sharpen the night,
That light the sky,
That make things bright.
You are the breeze,
That chills the night,
That cools the trees,
That lifts a kite.
You are the waves,
That crash below,
That drown my tears,
With undertow.
You are the flames,
That burn the trees,
That I now ignite,
To set me free.
 Morgana The Heartless · Sun Jul 08, 2007 @ 10:02pm · 0 Comments |
