by Matthew   May 13, 2008


It is of calla lilies
And hydrangea,
Sugar, and the snow
Concealing the moon
As it descends
The heavens,
White is the omega,
It would be
A life devoid of hope
Without it,
It is your grace,
And the way I feel as I dream,
It is spring,
And your smile
Given to the world

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  • 14 years ago

    by No one

    Beautiful =]