Soft you day, be velvet soft,
My true love approaches,
Look you bright, you dusty sun,
Array your golden coaches.
Soft you wind, be soft as silk
My true love is speaking.
Hold you birds, your silver throats,
Her golden voice I'm seeking.
Come you death, in haste, do come
My shroud of black be weaving,
Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,
My true love is leaving.
-Maya Angelou
I just can not seem to get beyond this feeling.
-If you where to spit I would lick it simply to taste your essence-
My true love approaches,
Look you bright, you dusty sun,
Array your golden coaches.
Soft you wind, be soft as silk
My true love is speaking.
Hold you birds, your silver throats,
Her golden voice I'm seeking.
Come you death, in haste, do come
My shroud of black be weaving,
Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,
My true love is leaving.
-Maya Angelou
I just can not seem to get beyond this feeling.
-If you where to spit I would lick it simply to taste your essence-
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crystalcontempt:
Pretty good. Got off work at 2 and I have tomorrow off, so I'm catchin' up on Prison Break. heh
suntlacrimae:
I'm back! I'm back! Time to check out First Nations and see if there's any hope . . .