7 Jul 2010

hope is a blue gem chilled in whispers
faith the golden glow of tomorrow’s dawn
love is the poetry of the eternal void
in the dreaming, time lost its very meaning
in the dreaming, death dies every night
in the dreaming, i held your gaze forever

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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