Friday, 5 March 2010

I own the sky

Beauty from ashes.
Lust from dust.
This beautiful beginning,
Tainted only by a small shadow now.

That feeling,
The electric tingle of touch.
Knowing this flower is opening,
Showing it's petals.

Let me breath a deep breath of freedom,
Of reaching in to the future
And finding you there,
To carry me through with a love unkown.

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