A Glimmer Of It Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

A Glimmer Of It



Running over my concious does she with a daze
In winter time do I feel excellerating of a flaming blaze
Though serene tis a mysterious maze
That of love and that of this harboring pain
As the roses dripping blood descends upon me as the pouring rain

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