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third draft
goldenlilies adorn my walls,
rainbow butterflies flutter gracefully
on top of wallflowers on my ceiling
bothe wings and flowers never fade
and i never tire of looking at them with fresh eyes.
cups of tea rest beside forgotten scraps
discardedin the memoric creation
and the lingering touch of paper on bare fingertips
remembers white squares
folding into many shaped existences;
rife with unspoken life
adorning my walls and ceiling,
a hope , a promise, a passion.
 soulreaperaaia · Thu Dec 20, 2007 @ 04:00am · 0 Comments |
