Guest guest Posted November 28, 2005 Report Share Posted November 28, 2005 The poetess come out to speak, having a moment outside of her word. Enters the arena and senses at once, the one. holding her heart in hand, waving aloud of love of mine, cherish the moment for silence is in thee. the bright morning star flitting words gleeming light leave not thy home oh bright starlight. not i, not ana. om diddy om Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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