You look like a tiny Greenangel
Wrapped in your translucent sheath
Sent here to transport me
From this realm to the land where
Dreams spill like autumn petals
On a windblown October's day
As you ignite, the fire burns red
Embers, turn embers
Into smoke.
I breathe you in: my delicate
Fragile Queen. Your power
Unravels the truth in the myths of old
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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