April 13, 2009 - 8:06pm — Anzel
A lakeside view of lakes unknown
Sunken deep into the silt
For the lavender, I roam
Only see the flowers wilt
Who am I to query so?
Where have spiders but to go?
Where's deceit? Where's the lies?
Where's the wings with owls' eyes?
Footsteps hardened by the soil
Trampled by a thousand toils
Still the same in spot and place
Why no wrinkles on her face?
The Gods grow weary, time grows cold
And fall and spring are soft and old
Did the flo'ers get sick of lies?...
Or are they cloaked before thine eyes?
In the spirit world...
Anzel sees fields of flo'ers roll...
Anzel... o: To pray is to
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
? *was bored and hadn't
*was bored and hadn't written a poem in a while, so she decided to attack tef* x3;;
Beautiful as always :3 Quite
-- Dannii <3
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Hi Zelly. Very nice. I
I finally got around to joining dA, by the way. xD
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