(There was a Ghost in a Violet Garden)


The Very

The very definition of:
(You have no definition in Time, Eternity Only,
knows your name is a secret coded text in Violet Gardens
Of Light
Is the Dress so softly worn some long ago Summer Evening
When we met,
Thought was the furthest dream from the ghost I had in Mind
Your words, the script read as
(Inset)
Calliopes of old song played forest skies, seaside flies in ever shining
Circles of gull wing flight into ever deepening burning satin embers
Of an unquestioning Night
Love ?
The very definition of:




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Written on 2016-04-16 at 19:28

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Ahhh a breath is a sigh

Elle x
2016-04-16