Un-SeverableA Poem by N E. ChaseShort and sweet as these things so often are.
Frigid crystal beats your name
Like ancient natives dance Through the sea our souls entwined This cursed timeless trance The golden cord cut through with fear Yet still the binding's done Ne'er forgot, dark silvered eyes Who woke the sleeping sun © 2014 N E. Chase |
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Added on March 23, 2014 Last Updated on March 23, 2014 Author
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