Thursday, March 27, 2008

Loveless 4.

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
the wandering soul knows no rest
Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.



Discipline, Dreams, Honor


Love, Romance, Happiness.

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