Someday, when the embers of prejudice
Fizzle out with the death of an age,
Someday, when I watch the sunset with
Him besides our golden lake,
Wistful glares, colder flesh
Hair, the kith of the moon above us!
Someday, when enough of our wits die
And charms fail their magic
To devour the lust in every seeking mortal's eyes
His, mine and theirs.
Someday, I shall hold his hands forever
And enter the tunnel
Of our never ending days!
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beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteReally Well written. Has a certain pristine charm to it.
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