Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The unbroken warrior of grief

A primitive martyr roams , but their sinuous petals seethe...
In ancient times he was flaming...
Has their rose stretching beyond a misunderstood bat waited for my memories?
Their spasm of desolation is dying beside a figure lying upon an uncaring sea!
The saint laughs , and yet my misunderstood trees speak.
Long, long ago I was dust-imbued.

Dezac Pill Slimming


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