the gameA Poem by Krista Laraine
I give songs for secret reasons,
and tiptoe all around. You are an icy walk, threatening to melt, a season changing without a sound. My cryptic one, you hold a traitor hand. The queen has left the building. And love, it folds so quickly now, while I am drawing hearts in the sand. © 2008 Krista Laraine |
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Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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