At fleeting winds, did,
Clear somewhat, angry,
Veils, fluttering, at touch,
Attempt revoked, in deep want,
Understand, yours such qualm.
Open heart, a blinding truth,
Shut thyself, better liked,
But once rejoiced, craving,
Wisdom, for mine ending.
~ IelfphilRaven.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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