Isn't this easy?

Nov 08, 2009 02:15

Slowly drifting
Out to sea
Lifted only
By decree

To one so valiant
Forth-coming, strong
Toils over
victories won

A heart floats
On Cronos' foam
Grown in beauty
Hair silk-spun

Of our distant reverie
No heart foresakes
The golden key

What greater mystery
Lest there behold

A lovers' perish
To each his own
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