Through the Void
(Dedicated to TheAntiKira)
Fingers of a summer picture,
Beneath her smooth whisper,
A sweet vision by power of mist,
Still gorgeous moon garden,
And though I ache for worship,
It hit my delicate language,
To recall this winter sky,
One friend of raw forest,
Ask spring of wax,
To which a bed of petals,
As my symphony of black,
Smells of a dream life,
Soaring to sleep,
With the wind to out sing,
By light of shadows,
A moment like a rose,
Is a lazy lake of time,
Cry no diamonds but for love.
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