Sunday, November 4, 2007

plants blanket

your beautiful
but with a spell in sleep of death
but when i kissed you flow like a rose
you twirled and you sang with you
tenderous voice you look
straight upon me like i was a rose your beauty is
wondrous like a unicorn in the sky with the sun setting and saying good
night you put every animal and living Creator to sleep so
that in the winter we would be asleep.

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