Saturday, April 13, 2013

crysalis valley
born to the thaw
born in the winter
leafed in the jaw

simple in meaning
white in the luss
take with the feeling'
feeling of trust

vaulted in somewhere,
bowels of the earth.
he lead us somewhere,
we could rebirth.
he lead forward,
singing his prose,
moss on his ceiling
deanse on his clothes.

you are a favorite,
gavorite to seeth.
seether in seconds
minute hand sees.

sees in the winter
sees in the snow
i am the splinyer
you are the

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