Spring torrents. Break blossoms. The pink pedals spin flicker and float to the bottom. I liken. Everything dainty. To her delicate luster and the yearning she induces lately. I'm painting. Her portrait. So I won't forget I got to see the girl who runs with horses. She never. Batted lashes. But I stoked the embers I had into a bonfire that is now only ashes. The wild. Mare of my dreams she trotted right past me.
by Such Handsome Silver
from debut album "Sapphire Seed"
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© 2011 Such Handsome Silver
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