Early Mornings And The Striking Resemblance Of Your Reflection
Remember,
This is only a sketch,
You’ll never embrace perfectly,
Listen closely to the mornings,
hidden beneath the influence
we waited on the sun
You were so scintillating
striding amongst the crown of the king
honey, the horizon is flaring
and it’s in your eyes,
you are imperfect.
by
ReverberatingSilenceposted on 09/08/2009
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I've never known imperfection to be described with such grace and beauty before
This is inspiring
and you did wonderful...