Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Pale Umbrage

Perceive the air as loving stories
Where we are bound up in our mores
Conceived in moon lit sweet warm nights
Preserved on nights of pale gray ice

Cast into the mist of Winter's regret
Delirious Summers of denials cool sweat
While warm embraces defer our woes
Cold earth shall clutch our tiny toes

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