#39
06/02/07 03:55 Filed in: poetry
To my maze,
I shall still withhold words from their meanings
for each one of these pearls are utterly blind
and infectious
like love has been to me .
now the laughing wine is overflown with the music of chains and irony maiden in a dream, but an erosion.
I shall still withhold words from their meanings
for each one of these pearls are utterly blind
and infectious
like love has been to me .
now the laughing wine is overflown with the music of chains and irony maiden in a dream, but an erosion.