I cannot see further than endless Winter blue
Sky a glaze perfectly frosted
Lost in thoughts medieval
Of good and bad the desperate and the evil
Venetian merchants having travelled
All the tall tales unravelled
With exception of duplicity of men's souls
And how ignorance and fear build anew
New tales taller still of blue skies distant
As all Grace Kelly princesses
Impervious to our charms or madness.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wintered blue
* wintered blue *
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