...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.

: Name: Ermin Mistica; Location: New Orleans, Louisiana, United States

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Red and Brown Line Construction

Water through dry rocks
Your passage is halted much,
Soon you will flow fast.

Dancers

Movement of the arm
Bends as a stiff bare tree branch,
Yet still as graceful.

Eight Belles

Crashing through the waves
Fallen filly with great heart
You're the winning one

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

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008