Tuesday, February 24, 2004
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Naked and bare on Winter's Hand,
I stand without motive, intention nor plan.
The swiftness of the blowing winds which carry,
The Frost-Bitten leaves across the crystal quarry.
Oh how cold it is out here!
Like the freezing waters of Lleven's Pier.
Tis the chill emiting from thy frozen heart,
To mine own it doth lie shattered apart.
Death is the only irony of it all,
For life wasn't to so deeply fall.
Life without Love is nay impossible to bear,
But Love without Life would never go there...
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