Ode to my Mount
By aminatra
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Encircling mist from ages past,
When angels' kisses were meant to last,
All that's left are feathery wings,
That flutter solely when my soulmate sings.
Catch the earth and taste the sky;
We'll dance on clouds til the mist thins...and dies.
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