Your signals have left me colorblind. I want to embrace you; give your skin a warm golden glow; brighten your youth further. Words may leave tarnishes, fingerprints; dim your light to the dusk I carry.
04/05/2013
Posted on 04/05/2013Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
... exquisite.....
Lovely work.
The blind leading the mute; a formula for exquisite disaster :>)