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The Wind sighs longing words Into my bared neck I wish they were your words You are like stone

When the glass cuts your fingers Shall you slide them Over it repeatedly?

It was during the burial of the sun That she looked at him as if He were just an ordinary man And all of the world bled…

Sunny dandelions are tangled In passionate embraces with My tangled masses of hair Nodding to Old Man Willow I follow the dirt path With unshod f..

yes, i know unspringly is not a word...if e.e.cummings can use greenly...i can use unspringly :P

How well you deceived me With jasmine scented words Dancing upon the wings of Sun-kissed embraces How cruelly you played me Like a helpless harp ..

Willow raised a melancholy face to Rohini And splayed out His fingers to catch the star-tears One shattered breathe tripped across the canvas The l..

Let your hair be not in braid confined Our souls already in prison be We need no outward signs

I nearly fried my brains trying to find a title for this...still don't know if it fits

Soft like summer rain Tantalizing rose petals Driving them quite mad