Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Love that Dare Calls

Blithe spirit, buoyant apparition, ghostly talents lifting them above and beyond solemn deaths of mirthlessness, appalling to my shaded soul, thespians of cosmic melodrama, exiting stage left conceding the curtain call and approbation to the embodiment of semblance and façade.

Attendant blight, attendant blessing paradox of carnal knowledge and spiritual heritage. Worldly eyes would seclude the virgin in shame while their only hope, the revelation and redemption cried love and compassion. A sweet voice breathes everlasting life and speaks infinite peace before any heard. Hands…….

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