The Open Door, by Nettlle Subscribe to rss feed for Nettlle

Cold, but not
cold hearted. hard,
But not made from stone.
Bobbing heads like flowers
Plucked beneath the sky

Ocean eyes of loss,
Found in warm embrace.
Walk through dancing showers,
Where forever's at likes pace.
Posted: 2008-07-04 20:46:44 UTC

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