Colors blend as lines / roles fade and meld into the symmetry of
Form, shaded by candle light giving the knight hope.. Keeping
The mind and souls demons at bay…. Such heart, does this ink bleed for ones taste in the mornings rain.
Lilies, soft and white give grace to day… The soft scent lifts to a place where only your name can be wrapped in words of trust…….
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Benjamin
2014
5/5/1
ah, and hope returns to live another day
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Ha, Ms.B you ought to know me well enough by now. I can never give up hope. The further I fall the higher I climb to see the next glimmer of the days graces. Though I know a cozy little cottage in the NE that I need to stop by for a cup of team lol
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