Because silence looks like this.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

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Golden ripples burnt the ivory floor,
Reflections,like diamonds,drifted ashore
Baited breaths,and new born dreams,
Roving eyes,in the darkness gleam.

Inaudible whispers caress the air,
A quivering heart,held by a stare.
Spasms of red,soft and warm
Moments of magic,ever so calm.


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