Sunday, 6 January 2013

Under the holy Sky

Her smell remained on the blanket, which now I hold to soothe my rising longing for her sight once more. A friend but more, a foe once before when she painted her life with colours incompatible, but now determined, willing to rise above the earth, to swim to yonder skies, where our eyes met, and never asunder, upon her return, shall we be united under the holy sky.


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