The White Alley

Sky Can LoveI looked up at the sky one night And asked upon the shining moon, whose face lit up a sun-kissed white,Sky Can Love
“O, will I find a lover soon?” I leaned to guess she did not know, Her soft white face covéred in runes,
It only smil’d, as if to show, I knew the answer in my heart. The stars had heard us, even though
The words were silent on her part, And offered forth their own advice: “You’ll want to find one young and smart,
and hold her close and kiss her twice: You’ll want to know she feels your love. And do not throw fate’s snake-eyed dic
makes me proud
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M.C. Daigle
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And I live in the NW too; Washington, to be specific.
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Y fyn Duw a Fydd
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breath you in...
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[The only path to HEAVEN is via HELL]
Admin of ~Railway
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"My fisrt act of treason was picking up a pen, my first act of love was finding myself again"~ Otep
Keep writing poet, your soul looks good on paper.
Art is not art unless there is someone to admire it.
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Y fyn Duw a Fydd
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breath you in...
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[The only path to HEAVEN is via HELL]
Admin of ~Railway
--
"My fisrt act of treason was picking up a pen, my first act of love was finding myself again"~ Otep
Keep writing poet, your soul looks good on paper.
Art is not art unless there is someone to admire it.
--
Y fyn Duw a Fydd
Standing so close, knowing that it kills me to breath you in...
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[The only path to HEAVEN is via HELL]
Admin of ~Railway
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