SVETLANA
Green rose fire, water walking
Desire shrouding latent innocence.
Soul claws shredding thoughts before formed.
My numb fingers reach the feather.
Slim crystal notes peal my heart.
You turn to me and already I ask,
again?
SVETLANA
Green rose fire, water walking
Desire shrouding latent innocence.
Soul claws shredding thoughts before formed.
My numb fingers reach the feather.
Slim crystal notes peal my heart.
You turn to me and already I ask,
again?
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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SVETLANA | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
Do You, Too | 0 | 03/11/2009 |
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