Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Hindsight

Confined to certain words
With restrictions I had made
A serenade for springtime
From prisons in the shade

My mind had long been hampered
(a detriment from cold)
But the weight of change in feeling
Is a story to be told...

They dance on the edge of reality 
With dreams their eyes are fond
Their souls leave room for nothing else
-Love is a dangerous bond 

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