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of lace & scathefire
he stitched himself in the hems of my mind
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
breath..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
breath..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..
Published 6th Dec 2010
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6th Dec 2010 8:52am
More & more I am becoming a fan of you Kandice. You write mind-blowing. "...where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony"...will repeatedly knock my mind tonight.
6th Dec 2010 9:14am
6th Dec 2010 8:24pm
your poems are like delicate paintings, you carefully choose the very words in order to fit perfectly in the every place you decide to put them
