| With thoughts abound on owl tip breeze,
sweet refuge curves this shadow�s tease. What mindful eve dares moonlight�s rose spill petals bare - yield stars aglow. We revel - dance, flaunt gaudy - blush merry Spring - bleed Summer rush, pale pink ablaze - dwarf dreary shades, flesh comet tales - black masquerades. Dawn stretches fragile golden fingers, time�s wild thing dies dusk kist - lingers. |
| co-written with dear J |
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