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ModernMedea — January
Published: 2009-01-11 00:18:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 52; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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The snow falls softly onthis silent Sunday morning
as you dream in violet
on your fortunate pillow
I watch over you
sentinel spirit aside your bed
just a misty visitor
observing your breath
ebb and flow
The sunrise bleeds
its blaze across the floor
as sand granules slice through
severing the night
I kiss a prayer upon your lips
and return step-less to my hearth
Curse those ticking hands
that pickpocket our time
