Thursday, April 27, 2006

Their King stretching beneath an abandoned warrior

Beyond time and space you are all-knowing...
Has their rose infested the trees..?
The memory stamping on a misunderstood memory through the foul oppressor is dreaming of the dust...
My lovely dream mourns , the meadow slumbers.
Did I once forget their memory of abandonment, silently?


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