...
its the first 24 hours
of a virgin month
a flowerless path
leading to unfulfilled pages
tenderly pure as the snow
blanketing an untouched land of grass
...until i run into his memory...
the mirror in my mind reflects
the trembling but beautiful thoughts
about the he that i once knew
the scent of his staring eyes
the caress of a midnite kiss
the melody of a complete embrace
...and the way that man loved...
but all these precious words
meant only for him
will be kept inside an amethyst jar
until the moon reigns
that
its
time
...
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