...be the candle or the mirror that reflects it

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i the bud, feed on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief.

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

Green Nonetheless

Leaves turn in the cold
Seeing past the rain, the sun
Will shine on green trees.

Cold as hell today I had to go back home and get my hoodie but I trust the trees know something I don't.

posted by Ermin Mistica | 6/28/2008 09:55:00 PM

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