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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.23.08.16.28347]] |
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You, The Silent Siren that holds warmth and kisses away from me Come in, and know Come in, my love I dream, a painters dream and watch the colours and emotions stream through me and I think that maybe just for a moment I feel serenity in all her placidity and permanence But my home is quiet and I sit alone and there are no illusions, no assurances now Your kiss, not guaranteed to this asinine Argonaut in the smallest boat with the ocean swallowing me and my insignifigance But someday, something is gonna shine and move forward on steady ground (I will hold her with arms of futurity and breathe slow) But how slow, How slow, I move. |