*nasake: "warmth" or "compassion"*
here, my weary heart,
blanketed by tired dreams,
barely safe from cold,
cries: darling, to be
in the halo of your arms
would be perfect bliss,
your warm embrace would
melt the ice of wintry fate,
causing joyous spring.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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