If I can behold all that is imagined, what be of me?
When the windows are glazed over and the layers of
ice allures me with its fine china,
has my heart risen?
by eve
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Eve Joined: Feb-24-2009 |
Simply Eve, a mother above everything, a Poet and Founder/ of Chapter13 Poet Society... A Vision Dedicated to the Art of Spoken Words.
