Wednesday, May 26, 2010


The last time she laughed
A world more difficult than this
Relaxed its haunted form 
And let passion flash full
Drunk with the night
Made mad with rhythm

A spirit of glorious amusement filled
Each open heart
With sweet song
So ripe and warm
So soft and deep
That every wild rose could imagine its soul
Changed from ancient dream to new symbol

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