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BURNING THE 7th CIRCLE

Rantings from the urban underworld.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Take your stars from my crown, they exist without your brillance. Friends of fire never fade on lonesome nights. The moon's silent heat cools a summer evening with ruthless gravity. Harsh unkind words betray their master. Tears fly among a circle of angels at war. Love does not leave hope. My heart has no space for air. A tainted soul loses the strength it had to once to walk on water. I searched the holy books, the poets and the analysts. I have travelled to a foreign land to be nobody's child. She lives below my skin. Love will allow our hands to touch but Spring was once here. An unseen green dress from that season dances in my closet next to her favorite blue shirt of mine. Summer came and the days grew longer but there was always a smile to build dreams on. Warm arms at the end of the day made the journey worth taking.

posted by Guru Chat  # 4:13 PM

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