Monday, October 03, 2011

When it is raining...

When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are the freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings.  You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the Magesty.


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