Rose Gardens

Feb 24, 2006 13:07

'walking through a rose garden, the sweet perfume of early spring rising from the fallen petals, bright sun shines on my pale face, inherited for a winter contained, never viewing the sun, save for the velvet slivers that, like ghosts, glide onto the floor of my cell, a small box containing only a bed and a bowl of water for washing my face, ( Read more... )

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poesravyn February 25 2006, 16:04:14 UTC
nicely done... wow, now thats quite the attention! no joking either... :D
peace & love

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