Sanguine little face
Oval and young
That's chiseled
To the depths
Of a cursed soul
Time slips past
And will continue
In whose treacherous spell
Genesis be old
Kingdoms and men be
Moss and dust
But what shalt remain
Point back in time
To memoirs, grass green
That face amongst
Many masks unveiled
Now, thought
Only a thought
To this grim faced
Saturnine..
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can relate to it completely...can see th influence of what's being read....:)!!!
Sanguine little face
Oval and young
That's chiseled
To the depths
Of a cursed soul
That face amongst
Many masks unveiled
Quite an impressive description, dear. ^_^
thanks soulless..its her face :)
i can see shades of my new self here. crummy times for both you and me..and dealing with it in differnt ways too. or rather i am not dealing at all with anything..sigh
hey vinod..thanks for visitin my space....nice place u got here..keep it goin!! chips
sorry bout that...didnt leave my name in the last message
"...chiseled
To the depths
Of a cursed soul..."
Like it. :)
CA hold on..
Chips ur welcome
Blue athena: Amazing blog u have..xcellent posts..
of a cursed soul..
at whose fault art thou
mask unveiled
yet i see nothing but shadow
time may slip past
elements of a corrupted spirit
i care no more
i feel no emotion
do you see through?
glides away*
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