Soft small and nothing feared she stands awake to this idea traced back to her soul, Where does it come to her why? When it was there she hesitated and lost tis its graces, Burns cold and colliding shores wash her mind if it and it is lost, breathe again whole, Slumber soft again and again why? She needs this pleasure and passion doth faces, Never again maybe thrice it softly slowly timedly places itself into her fold, Memories of gone times blinks in crisp lost images fading fading and gone... Splinters, crashes quiet places no more seen then only memories... Taunted by simple ghosts she fades to no more.
Thank you a very simple yet touching image...wonderful.
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Soft small and nothing feared she stands awake to this idea traced back to her soul,
Where does it come to her why? When it was there she hesitated and lost tis its graces,
Burns cold and colliding shores wash her mind if it and it is lost, breathe again whole,
Slumber soft again and again why? She needs this pleasure and passion doth faces,
Never again maybe thrice it softly slowly timedly places itself into her fold,
Memories of gone times blinks in crisp lost images fading fading and gone...
Splinters, crashes quiet places no more seen then only memories...
Taunted by simple ghosts she fades to no more.
Thank you a very simple yet touching image...wonderful.