ClandestineA Poem by IndaClandestine
Clandestine wishes lost in time -Like a boatload of riches.
Dreams, cheesy décor, an angel’s wing; it's amore.
Maroon red roses, she silently crosses the plane and lands on the bed.
© 2013 Inda |
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