WITHIN a room
of glass and flower
I handed the bride
to the groom
A howling wind
within my fields
that single point
an eternal blade
through mortality
divided my soul
one youth —
the other old
:: 03-10-2014 ::
WITHIN a room
of glass and flower
I handed the bride
to the groom
A howling wind
within my fields
that single point
an eternal blade
through mortality
divided my soul
one youth —
the other old
:: 03-10-2014 ::
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