Life is a rhythm of the human soul and the body is the keeper of one's spirit.Its beauty is seen by the heart and touched by love's essence to bathe in its bliss.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Theft Of Yore:The Lynch Of Innocence.
His bleeding soul brings mirth To the seer of his pain, The tear of skin His slient weep, A breathe ever so deep, A fall to the depth of one's soul For what he is he dies.
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