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Oct 21, 2009
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THE GIFT
THE GIFT Roses butter yellow and crimson redResting their headOn leaves iridescent green,My heart drenched in their sunlightBlinding despair with hope and beauty.Lyrics to soothe the fearOf an end that draws all too nearCalling my soul back to the lightDying from thoughts sad and unkindFree now to roam the universeA Spirit once deadOn beams of butter yellow and crimson red.
— Geremia, Oct 21, 2009
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Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
The phoenix fire that defies all pain and suffering
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaSchoene
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Roses butter Yellow those
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Joe though some of your
Lonnie
16 years 7 months ago
A Philosophical Delight
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you.