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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.17.16.09.2813]] |
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All that is known between us is deeply set within the delicate folds of brilliant autumnal gold. The oncoming forests of ivory and dark shadow have been lightened by this promise. A promise, that will return as surely as this blessed season, with the dance of candle flame, and red orange sparks in crisply stinging air, brilliantly carved out by perfectly unbroken silver and gossamer strands hung like webs upon the crescent moon. So I will bury this seal of ours in the frigid soil once more, blessed by a sweet kiss, to be reborn when the harvest fields form before us like ribbons of hope and we are left once more to breath freely until the next night falls again... |