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By Max-Rom Date: 2002 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.03.00.42.25620]] |
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Flying with angels Is better left in the state of dreams Yet walking with you, The steps to heaven appear minimal You, The treasure that pales all prizes In whose beauty Hides behind no disguises. Diamond brilliance, The only image in view You blurred all surroundings The focus is on you. A joy Springs forth from each moment You magnetize my lines of sight... Pleasantly blinded With just a glance. Copyright (c)March 2002 Joseph Allen Hardy |