Monday, April 18, 2011

Dark Dove

The shadow covers her
Like the hallow that follows her
Quiet and mysterious
Fire it and hysterious
My mind entwines 
My heart entwinds 
Plethora of darkness
My spark she will light this
Tap onto me this dark dove she may be
Thoughts on the  cusp of thin lined trust
A curiosity seemed to be a must
Rusty aged blades fades age musky
Lay down as one in time in no time

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