Sacred BeautyA Poem by I Am Svetlana
Surrounded by the passion of birds,
your sacred beauty is dangerous. You came the other night in a dream. No trace no print, no ash. A pattern, like a weave. You are the face of the day. Like a flower in a vase to be displayed.
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Added on November 3, 2015Last Updated on November 3, 2015 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |


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