Sunday, January 22, 2012

My feet are firmly planted to the ground below...

For love of

And so, did so blindly.
With eyes closed,
(Feet like trees)

But what is,
After not.

A run towards death.
As such, a lifelike scene.

But who knows,
What madness will bring.

A life come madly,
Or a death in spring.

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