Of love and parture

…and the love itself palms you,
to the sense of no feel, of comfort.
Taste of furor and delight it is of,
in vain it finds you, in doubt it hearts you,
to the moment colors turn deeds, to stay the reason.


… and many of loves it bares to pick.
Mole and butterfly in quest of joys split,
high and under, ready to try unity of divide.
In fervor it lets you go, in hope begins you again,
Claws and wings turn deeds of impossible, to protect your still.


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Very interesting deedthinking! I cant do same...Bad!!!

Павел Горбунов   23.05.2008 12:56     Заявить о нарушении
Yeah, the purpose, the meaning, the deed :)

Merci!

Fern   24.05.2008 00:25   Заявить о нарушении
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