Body peirced cold mist....

by Manik   Jun 6, 2006


"Now i feel the air, dead cold feeling emancipated with precious glare. Through this wretched mist i dare not scare. Staring far gazing at the moons gentle paw, i feel the free so deep. Wind passing wings deeply moving clouds with thunderous roars. Now feel this which i feel.....a texted body sinned with words of praise. Now ashed away to cold mist....."

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