Carved lines of routine
Guide my fingers,
As I walk a runnel of
Memory.
But I hear a calling,
Alluring voice.
In a flat darkness,
A warm hand guides my wrist;
Her arm around my waist.
Footsteps blaze my path.
She is my stella polaris,
My lodestone.
(This is life with
Eyes closed and
Chest open.)














Devious Comments
^___^ Thank you for such beautiful words.
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"Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow."- Aesop
.////. I'm happy that you like them. ^_^
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Welcome to scenic DramaLlama Ranches, where we continue our celebrated tradition of culling the emo since 1952.
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