24 February 2011

heart-thought

These are the golden shadow times that veil our urge to express.

We sit, content to shine.
The whisper, the lure of silence.

We sit, ensnared by time.
A brush, a sense of impotence.

These are the misted purple times that crowd our longing to love.
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  1. Col25/2/11 18:03

    "These are the golden shadow times that veil our urge to express." Yes...this is just how I've been feeling.

    This post is so beautiful, but awesome. I'm trying to grasp all the thoughts in it.

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